#boz × reader

[chaostroberry1]

Rules 🫨

I only write for the following fandoms (currently):

- Record of Ragnarok, blood of zues, Lookism.

More rules ↓

• I do not take oc × canon, very sorry. My stuff is for everyone (not the other type of 'stuff' ok)

---- ⚠️⚠️ Make sure to give specific detail on what you're asking for. like if you want it to be an '× reader story' where reader is shipped with character/s, then tell me. Or if you want headcanons or story without reader being shipped with any character, then specify and tell me.

> It's sometimes confusing and leads me having to write more than expected, so kindly make things clear. Also, please specify if you want headcanons or story or maybe both⚠️⚠️ -----

If you ask for Au's ↓

• You can ask for things like soulmate au, yandere au, hanahaki au and so on. I can also accept if the character/s are a out of character/ooc.

> BUT, if I have to change everything about the character and the surroundings/settings, I will not accept. these rules however, do not apply to the reader. The reader can be what you request. 😋

• when writing for blood of zues and record of Ragnarok, I don't write modern au, or anything that involves changing their character or setting.

> For example, turning a historical god character into a modern au character and/or a person with a different status. if a character is in a historical era, I will not change the settings/time into any other.

→ i prefer to stick to their plot/stories and what they play by. You can request for changing of their canon plots or their story's canon. Like changing a characters fate even though they were to die in the canon story.

here's a few examples :

@ : can I ask for the record of Ragnarok characters in a modern au/royal au? = ❌ - I only do that stuff when it's headcanons, I don't make × reader's for it.

@ : can I ask for a yandere au where Nikola Tesla is a softie but also very possessive? = ✅ - turning characters ooc is accepted.

@ : can I ask for hanahaki disease au with reader who caught the disease for (character)? = ✅ - au's like that are also accepted.

@ : can I request reader who has killua zoldyk abilities and apollo crushes on them? = ✅ - as long as I know the character, then it's ok.

@ : can I ask for soulmate au for ror? = ✅

@ : can I ask for boz zues × reader where zues doesn't die, and blah blah blah = ✅ - but be sure to give me more details on what other stuff you'd like in it if you ever changed the plot.

• I don't write gore, pedophilia, weird kinks. I don't write degredation kinks either.

• ⚠️ Im not writing smut currently, I will close the smut requests bc I am not creative enough rn 🥲. I have made a few exceptions for the people who requested smut before I wrote these rules. But as of now, smut requests are closed.

• it will take a day or two for me to finish your requests, but I sometimes(mostly) finish it in under 3/5 hours 😋😋

---- ⚠️⚠️ I also do not write for character × character/ canon×canon⚠️⚠️ ----

• yes, I can make multiple character × reader.

• ⚠️ angst reqs closed, don't hurt me guys 😭

• PLEASE SPECIFY PLEASE. I feel so bad whenever there's a request that I cannot do because I am only given very little information. Which makes me postpone the request until it is specified.

[roguerambles]

Apollo: "Ah, Hermes. I wasn't expecting you here."

Hermes: "I could say the same to you. Where is--?"

Reader: "Ah, there you both are. Thank you for arriving at such short notice. I require your assistance in a...delicate matter."

Hermes: "So you asked Apollo?"

Apollo: *elbowing Hermes* "Always happy to assist, my dear. What do you need exactly? I thought you'd be distracted with Hera trying to marry you off."

Reader: "It's about that, actually. I would like to have sex with you both."

Hermes: "...."

Apollo: "...."

Hermes: "...pardon?"

Reader: "Hera is pressing me to marry Ares. I don't particularly want to, and if she catches me in bed with the two of you, she won't either. Everybody wins, yes?"

Apollo: "....her logic is flawless, Hermes--"

Hermes: "Apollo!"

Apollo: "I mean... *clears throat* "My dear, as...enticing an offer as that is, I don't think--"

Reader: *starts walking towards the bedroom*

Apollo: "...Hermes, talk me out of this."

Hermes: "It will infuriate Ares and Hera."

Apollo: *striding after Reader, tugging Hermes along* "Damn it, I said talk me out of it!"

[idontknowwhatimdoinglol]

Yandere Apollo x reader (escape) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

you ran through the forest near the base of Olympus, the branches scraped against your arms and face but you couldn't stop you had to escape from him. The man who stole you from your life as a mortal and forced you to become immortal, your husband. he loved you, no one could deny that, he showered you with gifts and kisses and cuddles. but you had to escape you couldn't be locked away on Olympus always under his watch. since it had been dark you hadn't noticed the branch that had fallen from a tree and tripped over it falling flat on the ground, when you stood your eyes were covered by a warm hand, and you could feel a similar warm glow as well, knowing he had found you. "found you sunshine". he says holding you tightly to his chest, kissing your wrist gently as he holds your arms. "I was so worried when I returned from my duties and you were missing, I thought that someone had taken you," he says with a threatening smirk. you knew that he was only acting, this wasn't the first time you had run away after all, he loved playing this game of chase with you acting as if you were mad for leaving him. "i-i am sorry, I promise I won't do it again" you say trying to free yourself from his grip. he lets out a laugh that was laced with his obsession tightening his grip on you. "oh but darling you have said that so many times, and yet you continue to run" he whispers in your ear, with threats balancing on his tone. then his skin began to heat up, at first slightly warm but increasing slowly becoming too hot to bear. in a panic you struggle against him only earning your wrists held tighter in his grasp. "please stop! I won't run again I promise!" you cry out, earning a smirk from him as he becomes cool again nuzzling your neck, he smiles, kissing your neck as if he hadn't tried to burn you a minute ago. "now let us go home darling, it is getting late" he says taking you hand as if he was a gentle lover and guiding you back to your home on Olympus.

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[demigoddessqueens]

Can I request headcanons of Hades, Ares, Dionysus, Hermes and Apollo (Blood of Zeus) falling in love with mortal fem s/o who is gentle, kind, soft spoken and lonely; she can sing, dance, tame wild animals, loves nature and plays with her magical lyre please?

Of course!! I need to get focused for S2 soon 😄

Masterlist 10

Hades

He’s a lonesome soul who is not used to such a lovely presence, with the exception of Persephone, so he welcomes your visits whenever you come

Ares

He treasures your presence and attention given that it reminds him of Aphrodite, and you make him feel like the protective warrior he is

Dionysus

You fit along perfectly with the god of wine, dancing to the song you crafted from your lyre during the lavish festivities he throws together

Hermes

Such a sweetheart who adores the finer things in immortal life (aka YOU) and despite his speedy nature, the quieter and slower moments spent with you and the arts are more treasurable

Apollo

Truly a match made in the Olympian heavens with you!

He always supports your endeavors, sneaking off to see you whenever he can, and always spares a dance and song for you as long as you indulge him as well

[simping-overload]

ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ᴅᴇᴇʀ - ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʜᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ

a/n: showing my love for my favorite Greek God of all time, Hermes<3 this is a multichapter fanfic.

trigger warnings: animal hunting so animal death. Religious themes and practices

synopsis: You never thought helping out a lost hobo would end up with you in the loving embrace of a god.

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disclaimer: hermes is based on his BOZ, EPIC, and canon mythology. I don't really know how ancient greece actually was or how hunting works so take this with a grain of salt! It is just fanfiction :)

You come from a village that has been long-term worshippers of the goddess, Artemis. Each year, the village holds a festival, Laphria¹. With this festival, of course, comes activities, the most important being the hunt. Where 3 main selected participants, who were allowed to bring at the maximum two others along the hunt with them, they were to hunt down a large stag, whoever was to bring back the largest wins.

The reward would entail being given a large sum of money and being allowed to worship the goddess to the fullest extent, which means you'd get to say your prayers before everyone, including the high elders.

This year, you were finally chosen for the hunt, much to the joy of your family and friends. You were their best hunter and tracker, able to find an animal with ease regardless of how little the evidence that has been left behind.

After passing a familial trail—hunting a snow hare in the middle of snowstorm— you were gifted a beautiful pup who you named Winston². The two of you were jointed at the hip. There wasn't a place you'd go without him. This included the hunt.

You decided to bring two of your beloved friends along, Damian and Agnes. You set off at dawn, racing into the trees on the back of your horses, Winston running ahead as the scout.

Agnes and Damian were chattering away behind you as you looked over the map. You wanted to try and plan out all paths you could safely use.

"So...do you think if I win this, it would get Corinna at the very least interested in me?" Damian questions, fiddling with the horses' reins. He had a crush on Corinna ever since they were teens, spending most of his time trying to impress her— which failed considering he always made a fool of himself.

Agnes, bless her, rolling her eyes as she listens to Damian rant, just as the millions times before. She's been friends with him since they were babies. Both of their mothers were the best of friends, so it makes sense they were too.

You didn't come into the picture until you were about 7 or so, moving here to take care of your grandmother after she got sick.

You met Agnes when your mother invited hers over, and then her mother invited Damian's over. You all were just placed in front of each other and expected you all to click automatically. Thankfully, you did, and you've been friends ever since.

"Probably, but you need to remember Nikolaos is in this competition too, I know he's been desperate to get her hand as well." She pauses as her horse jumps over a fallen tree. She looks back at Damian with a blank stare and continues. "And also this could've been avoided if you just grew a pair of balls and confessed."

"I can't just do that— I need to get her attention first. Maybe we'll find that white stag the elders ramble about." Damian giggles as he pictures Corinna leaping into his arms and saying yes to his proposal. He was such a lovesick fool.

"Or maybe she's already interested and is waiting for you to confess. I've heard its custom in her family for the woman to wait for the man to ask, no matter how long it takes." You chime in, not looking up from your map.

"Wait wh—" Damian is cut off when a large gray wolf jumps from out of the trees, holding a white hare in its mouth.

Your horse, startled, bucks you off its back, sending you to the forest floor. You're now eye level with the wolf, noticing how its eyes are an unnatural golden color.

You and the wolf stared each other down for a moment before it huffed and leaps back into the trees. Agnes drops down from her horse and rushes to your side, while Damian goes off to fetch your horse.

You snapped out of your daze when you felt something wet touched your cheek. It was Winston, licking at you and whining in concern.

You pat his head to calm him, and you lean on Agnes for support as you stand. She brushes the dirt and leaves off your back.

"Hey, you okay?" She questions, her freckled face is laced with concern.

You feel fine, a little sore, but nothing you hadn't been through before. There was something about that wolf that just stuck with you, "Yeah, I'm fine. That wolf, though... its eyes were like pure gold."

"Maybe it's one of Lady Artemis' wolves? It wouldn't be the first time she's watched over the hunts." She suggests, steppingaway from you once you've steady yourself. Damian comes back with your now calm horse, handing you the reins.

"I suppose? Though I never heard of a wolf having pure gold eyes before... Anyway, Winston, did you see anything?

Winston barks in reply, his tail wagging before he runs off. You mount your horse and begin to follow him. You motion the other two to do the same.

Winston leads you to what looks to be a temple, one that seems to have been neglected for years. Nature has taken over, vines have trickled up and wrapped themselves around the columns, and grass and flowers grow from the cracks of the floor. The usual pure white of the marble has faded into a off white tan color with a thin layer of moss across the surface.

"Let's make sure the area is safe for us to set up camp here. Agnes, check out the back of the temple, and Damian, you'll start with the outer perimeter. I'll start with the inside. Regroup to the front once you're sure no one else has been here."

Agnes nods, and Damian gives an alright in response before going back into the forest. You dismount your horse, tying it to a loose fence post. You make your way up the cracked stone steps and into the temple.

The rays of sun lit the inside of the temple, illuminating the illustrations that line the walls and ceilings. Going off of the winged shoes on the god that was illustrated, this was a temple of Hermes. You wonder if there was ever a village that was here before yours that were worshippers of him.

Your search around the temple came up empty, with no human activity. Only animals and plants seemed to have been inside. You leave the temple in time to see with Damian and Anges coming back.

"There doesn't look like there's anyone for miles, only animals. I saw the cutest fox kits." Anges says.

"Same here, though I wasn't blessed with seeing any cute aniamls today." Damian pouts, dismounting his horse, kneeling down next to Winston to ruffle his fur, "Expect for this bugger." Winston barks and licks the man's hand.

You chuckle, "Looks like it's safe to set up camp here, we'll need to find something to eat, so I'll try and find something for us. You two just set up camp and remember to use the horn if anything happens."

They give you mock salutes in response before they begin to take the supplies off the horses and into the temple. You mount yours and whistle for Winston to follow as you trot off into the woods.

It doesn't take you long to hunt something down. After finding some boar tracks, Winston leads the rest of the way to the creature. Upon finding it, you ready your bow, steadying yourself on the moving horse as you focus your aim on the boar.

You suck in a breath, drawing back your arrow and whispering a short prayer to Artemis as you relase. The arrow pierces through the side of the boar, straight to the heart, quick and painless.

Suddenly, you hear a loud scream, and off in the distance, you can see someone running towards you with what looks like a... deer? Chasing after them. Winston stands alert, ears perked, and focused on the person getting closer to you. You hold your reins tight while Winston moves in front of the horse.

The person turned out to be Nikolaos. You spot his signature ginger hair showing from under his hood before he trips over a log and face plants in front of you. He doesn't try to exchange pleasantries as he scrambles up to keep running.

The deer came soon after, gracefully hopping over the log. It glanced at you for a meer moment, giving you enough time to see its golden eyes. The same color from the wolf.

You hop down off your horse, making your way to the boar.

You are for sure this time that it wasn't Artemis. Maybe some other god?

You wrap the boars legs tight with string as you bring it back to your horse, settling it on the rear. Positioned so it won't slip off, you mount your horse once more before going back the direction you came.

As you make your way back. Your mind wanders back to Hermes. It could be him. After all, he's one of the more playful gods known for his pranks and tricks. You'll have to make an offering to him for letting you sleep in the temple, regardless if it's abandoned or not, and so he doesn't prey on your friends like he did Nikolaos.

By the time you made it to camp, it was dusk. Agnes greets you outside, taking the horse reins from you. You take the boar off of the horse, taking off to the side as you make quick work of the animal, cutting off the hide and chopping the pieces of meat you need. You leave whatever is left for Winston and the other forest creatures to feast.

Damian is quick to start cooking. Thankfully, his mother was kind enough to pack spices so your group wouldn't have to suffer tasteless food.

Until the sky went dark, you spent the rest of your time eating and talking. Damian nearly choked on his food when he heard you recant the experience in the woods earlier. He says he wishes he could've seen the look on that bastards face when he was running away. Agnes jokes that Nikolaos probably looked like a scared chicken. Which admittedly, he did, come to think of it, his screams sounded like the human equivalent of one.

As the night went on, it got quiet, Damian was the first to sleep, and Agnes was next. Winston is sprawled out in between them, snoring away. Before you rest, you bring a plate of food and burning incense to the altar.

You whisper, "Please, Hermes. The God of speed and travel grant us permission to make sanctions in your temple. If you disapprove, we will be out as the sun rises. Take this food as a thank you for allowing us to sleep here for the night." You pause. "Also... please refrain from chasing us as a deer or anything else for that matter. While it was funny what you did to Nikolaos, I would rather not soil my pants." You chuckle, placing the food onto the alter and the incense in a dusty holder.

You go back to your original resting place, leaning against the pillar. You feel a soft and comfortable breeze flow through the temple. The sounds of the trees rustling soothe you into a nice slumber.

Still in deer form, Hermes walks through the woods, no set destination just allowing the fates to choose where he will end up. Faintly, he can hear someone whisper a prayer.

"Please, Hermes. The God of speed and travel grant us permission to make sanctions in your temple. If you disapprove, we will be out as the sun rises..."

It was not often that he received prayers, especially not in his sisters park of Greece. He lets the prayer pull him towards the location.

Switching to his human form, he approaches the temple. It was one of his firsts. A gift to him by his father. While unkept, it still stood strong.

He sniffs the air, a familiar smell, boar. Not only did he get a prayer, but he got an offering, too? Just what he needed after chasing the mortals.

He giggles as he makes his way inside, involuntary waking up Winston, who was silenced a quick shush and a pat to the head.

Hermes looks around at the mortals who sleep before him. Wondering who said the prayer, his eyes land on you. Still leaned against the pillar, head thrown back against it. Your hand is tightly wrapped around a dagger. Ready to strike if need be.

He studied your face for a moment, his hand twitched with the desire to trace over your features. You were very attractive for a mortal, and judging from the faint golden aura he could see emitting from you, you're the one who prayed.

He steps away with a grin, making his way to the alter. He picks the plate up, nearly drooling on the food. As much as he'd love to take his time eating, he's a glutton. In seconds, the plate is empty. He holds back a burp as he makes his way back out of the temple, glancing at you as he makes his way out.

Well, he's going to have some fun on this vacation.

[ladylunasblurbs]

smut ahead mdni

warnings: deepthroat training, fingering, facefucking, rough sex, use of 'slut', praise.

Aphrodite and Ares x reader

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Imagine....

being on your hands and knees in front of Ares while Aphrodite slowly fingers your tight hole while encouraging you to take Ares cock down your throat. Ares smirks as he taps his leaking tip to your cheek, smearing his precum across your face. "open up slut" Ares smirks, roughly shoving into your mouth, laughing sadistically as you gag on him. "don't be so mean to our little toy my love, she's trying her hardest to be a good girl." aphrodite says from behind, kissing your shoulder. Ares grunts and pulls his tip back to your lips, this time bunching your hair in his fist, slowly pushing you down on his cock. "there's a good girl" he smirks, looking down on you as you return his look with teary eyes. aphrodite leaves wet kisses down your back, reaching around you to squeeze your breasts. Ares groans and tightens his grip on your hair as you moan around him from his wife's actions. "fuck you're so good" he groans moving his hips a little and causing you to gag around him, ahprodite puts her hand on Ares thigh stopping him from any other movements, letting you catch your breath. "just open your throat for his darling, he won't hurt you." she whispers seductively in your ear, you nod the best you can and sit up a bit giving ares a better angle to fuck your throat. slowly he begins moving in and out of your mouth, picking up the pace quickly. aphrodite moves down sticking a second finger in your hole, watching as it stretches around her fingers. She teasingly leans forward and licks your clit making you jump and whine around Ares, who delivers a harsh thrust to your throat in response. "I think our pet is close, she's clenching so hard" She laughs innocently as if she wasn't sitting there naked with her fingers in your pussy as her husband fucks your throat. aphrodite then reaches down and begins to play with her own pussy moaning loudly while she teases herself. "I'm close" Ares shouts his pace and grip getting rougher. aphrodite quickens her pace in your pussy, making you cum around her fingers squeezing tightly, your moans making Ares cum hard down your throat. "swallow" he commands, before pulling out and opening your mouth to make sure you obeyed. then aphrodite lays down, pulling you to lay on her chest. "have you cum my love?" ares asks, causing her to smirk. "no I haven't, would you be a good boy and help me out?" she says in a sweet tone, shoving ares by his head into her pussy. Ares happily licks at her clit, while Aphrodite pulls your face to her boobs. "my pretty pet, why don't you pleasure mommy as well?" she smirks, you nod and lean down to suck on her nipples lightly, causing her to moan and grip your hair. "that's a good girl" she smiles moaning loudly as she finally finishes. you unlatch from her nipple and look up to see Ares wiping her slick off his face. then he crawls to the top of the bed and curls up holding you both in his arms. "goodnight my darlings" Aphrodite smiles before the three of you fall asleep.

[hiddenlife-manager]

Heron x Fem Reader

cw… plot with smut, weird position called tango, clit rubbing, comfort sex, quick pace, long, creampie, angst, heron being a bit brash, kissing, love making, fucking from behind, etc...

notepad… Honestly yall recovering from wisdom teeth was awful. I had to get more pills to relieve the pain! ITS BEEN A WEEK AND IM ON MY KNEES CRYING! EITHER WAY THIS IS MORE PLOT THAN SMUT!

It was all off; you two finally could have the life both of you dreamed of. There would be no backlash whenever you were with him due to his reputation. It was supposed to be what you two desired; why then? Why is it that you are on a large kline alone in the middle of the night? The moment you sat up, your drapes slowly slipped off your shoulders. Winter was about to end, yet it was still chilly, especially up in Olympus. There was an open balcony right in front of the kline, so the air easily entered the chamber. The curtains around the kline were swaying with the chilly night breeze; it was obvious you were cold.

“Heron?” Soft—that was all you could really describe your voice as you called his name. You glanced around the dark chambers, but no one. Not a single soul. Heron was gone; he was still very injured from the battle against the giants. Your mind was filled with worried thoughts. Quickly, your legs scooched off the kline and you walked over to the balcony. The breeze hit you hard, and all your body could do was shiver from the temperature. Your eyes danced around the view. Olympus was nothing but breathtaking, despite the clear damage caused by the battle. No sight, though, could stop the worries. “Heron?”

There were no signs of him; he wasn’t on Olympus, and nothing you could see led your eyes to him. You did not stop looking around, glancing back and forth, focusing on the smallest of things your eyes could catch. Nothing, then, in a distance out in the battle field, lightning struck. You gasped, as there was no cloud in the sky before; it was a clear night. Your hands rose up, your fingertips slightly grazing your bottom lip. There, your eyes finally focused on a white horse with wings soaring through the sky and towards your chambers; on top of it was Heron. 

“Heron…” You let out shock; he was the one who caused the lightning strike; it was him all along. You leaned onto the balcony, your hands removing from your lips to hold onto the ledge. You tried to get a better look, but he was still so far from you until he finally reached the ledge and hopped off the horse. He looked down at you; he didn’t look happy to see you. “Heron, where have you been? I was worried.”

“Do not worry about it.” He said that and walked past you; he seemed tense, and you could tell he was on the battle field. His white chiton was ruined by dirt. You reached for his hand and gripped his wrist, your drapes slipping off once more. You shrugged your shoulders, attempting to fix the drapes on your shoulders. 

“Heron, do not lie to me. Talk to me.” Begging—you were begging; it was pathetic. In your head, you would never beg, but for him, you would beg him. You two were about to finally have the life you two dreamed of—the one you two would wish for under the stars back in the polis. 

“It is my business.” He pulled his hand away from you and glared. You froze from under his gaze; it was as if there was a sense of hatred behind them—was it for you or was it for something else?

“It is our business; you chose to love me. To have me for the rest of your life, talk to me.” His eyes suddenly turned from hatred to weakness. He raised his hands from his sides and placed them through his hair. He pulled at it and groaned. He began to pace and back forth, and there you could tell something was eating inside him. 

“The gods…” He paused and turned to you, grabbed at your shoulders, and looked down at you. “The gods use us; Seraphim was right. All they do is use us as pawns for their games; we are the ones who suffer. I killed Seraphim; he could have been saved. Do you understand that we were made from the start to be enemies? We were destined to do this. We are pawns.” He looked like he was distressed; he placed his forehead on yours and just sighed. “What am I for?” He found himself repeating those words over and over. 

“You are Heron. Not just a pawn; you can change it. We can leave. We do not need Olympus, nor the gods.” He raised his head from your forehead, his blue eyes staring down at you. He fixed your hair and nodded. “What happened to you and Seraphim should have never happened. Hera used him; Hera made him kill your mother.”

“We will leave after the funeral games. We will leave; I will not let them use us as pawns anymore.” It was like a change; he finally decided what he had to do. He could not be here any longer, and you could see it; the deaths of all his family members had just changed him. He wasn’t the same boy back in the polis. 

“Heron, we can do this.” There was silence—pure silence—no sounds other than the breeze rushing into the chambers, causing your body to once again shiver. His hands pulled you in closer, and he leaned down. What changed? It was because you were there for him more than anyone in his life. It was you; there was no one else. He finally pressed himself against you. The kiss was not full of lust; it was attentive and filled with his emotions. He desired a moment with you; he finally got it; he couldn’t lose you. You could feel his longing in his lips; he dared not pull away. 

“I cannot lose you.”

“Never, you could never lose me. I refuse to die.” He looked at you, his eyes resembling the beautiful blue of lightning. He pulled you down onto the beautiful wool rug, woven with perfection. The scene on the rug looked as if it were moving. He had you on top of him, and his hands shifted your drapes off of you. He moved you to his side; in front of him, he wanted you here on the floor, not the kline. 

“May I?” You nodded, and there his hands grazed your drapes and lifted them up. He gripped your soft thighs and raised your right leg to go over his own leg. Your back rested on his arm while that hand grabbed your breast. His lips kissed your neck. It was an intimate position; you two were intertwined to be one. His hands massaged at your breast, and your head was pushed back to the floor, giving him the best access to your neck. He used his free hand that was not under you to shift his cock out of his chiton. “We can finally have each other.” It was wrong; it was out of wedlock, but you two did not care. 

His hand that stroked at his cock shifted it to your pussy; he rubbed at your clit getting you wet and ready for him. This was not your first time; you two were young and in love. In the polis you two used the forest to just love each other. It was wrong, and if anyone found out, he would have been beaten or, worse, killed. His lips continued to stay attached to your neck, and the soft sounds of pleasure came from you. 

“I am sorry.” He whispered beside your ear and shoved himself slowly into you, your head raised in pleasure, then laid back down. His thrust was slow, but compared to anything, he was filled with love. He was filled with a desire to not lose you. He had lost so many, and you were not going to end up like the rest. Your life was all he needed to protect. His leg was in between your two legs while his cock went in and slightly went out, but not fully. He was always in you, no matter if he was thrusting in or out. 

You felt your body press against his chest and the rug; you two felt immense pleasure together. He was doing it to relish in your body; all he needed was you. His life had changed overnight, and you were the only constant. Many would have desired to feel each other's bodies on a kline you two only needed the floor. His strong, callused hands massaged at your breast, and his thighs burned each time he thrust up into your sopping wet hole. He treated your body like a temple, not daring to ruin it with his own touch. It was full of care; his lips were still attached to your neck, and when you moved your head to look at him,.

“Together till the end.” You gasped out, feeling him thrust back up your right leg, still over his leg that was between you, which allowed him to thrust into you comfortably. You raised a singular hand, grabbing at his neck, and pressed your lips once more into a deeper kiss. He suddenly felt himself tear up the moment your lips were moving against his. You realized it and began to wipe away his tears while he continued to thrust. He was a silent lover, one who rarely made sounds, but you knew whenever he was close, his cock was twitching inside you. “We will leave; we will no longer be used by them.” He nodded, and his hands on your breast shifted to your shoulder. He pulled you closer to him, thrusting into you a bit faster. “Yes… yes… yes…”

He relished in your moans; they were soft and lacked loudness. There was no lust; there was only comfort. He needed this more than anything. Your drapes were still so loose on your body that your top half was no longer on your body, while they were still on your lower half and moved to the side, allowing him full access to your chest. His cock began to twitch inside you, your moans becoming breathier with each thrust. 

“You are all I need.” Heron whispered into your ear, causing you to release the simple declaration of love. He may not have said he loved you, but in his words, it meant that. Your cunt clenched down onto his cock, and that was the feeling he loved. The feeling that was always able to pull out a grunt from him. “Let's rest here.” He muttered as your cunt continued to milk his cock. Your hand weakly wiped away the tears still present on his cheek. He had gone through so much, and you wanted to be there for him.

[flaredcfan]

Demi-god son of Hera [name]: My baby is so amazing. He's the most beautiful man I've ever seen. I'm going to make him my husband, he's so wonderful! (Insert heart eyes)

Apollo: ...Are we looking at the same person here?

John Constantine, in a toga, loudly snoring with drool running down his face, VERY drunk from Dionysus' wine:

Diana (Aka Wonder Woman), whispering: I think he's been cursed by Aphrodite, brother.

Apollo, cringing as he watched [name] fawn over his lover: That seems very likely...

Aphrodite, appearing out of nowhere: I'll have you know, I didn't do anything. This is all him... He and his mother have horrible taste in men (insert scoff)

[hestiaswifey]

Protective

In the shadow of Mount Olympus, the sun dipped behind the jagged peaks, casting a warm golden light over the battlefield.

The air was thick with tension; the clash of swords rang like thunder, and the cries of warriors echoed as they fought for their lives against the Infernal armies.

Ares, the God of War, stood stationed at the forefront, his armor gleaming in the fading light, eyes aflame with determination.

Beside him fought you, a mortal warrior who had captured his attention and stirred emotions he rarely displayed.

With long hair pulled back and the heart of a lion, you wielded your sword with unmatched skill and bravery, determined to protect the land you called home.

Your laughter, even amid the chaos, reached Ares like a soothing balm, reminding him of why he joined the fray that day.

"You ready?" he called to you over the clamor of battle, his voice steady but with an undertone of concern.

You nodded, a fierce grin on your face. "Always."

But as the battle raged on, the tides began to turn. A wave of infernal creatures surged forward, larger and more grotesque than any your forces had faced before. You fought alongside Ares, avoiding danger with agility that would make even the most skilled gods envious. Still, the relentless onslaught was daunting, and now and then, Ares found himself forced to shift his focus, granting you fleeting glances.

“Stay close!” he warned, his stern demeanor commanding even in the heat of battle.

You laughed off his concerns. “I can fend for myself, Ares! You shouldn’t worry—”

But before you could finish, a massive beast lunged from the shadows, teeth bared and claws ready to tear you apart. Ares reacted in an instant, interposing himself between you and the creature, his sword cleaving the air with divine precision. The beast staggered back, but not before it landed a swift blow on your side, knocking you to the ground.

“Ares!” you gasped, clutching your side, blood seeping through your fingers. The pain radiated through your body like wildfire, your vision blurring as shock set in.

His heart raced at the sight of you falling, his stoic mask shattered. “NO!” Ares roared, a primal fear erupting from deep within him. In one fluid motion, he dispatched the beast with a brutal strike before kneeling by your side, cradling your head in his arms.

“Stay with me, please,” he whispered urgently, his usual calm replaced by desperation. “You’re going to be alright.”

You tried to reassure him with a smile, but the dizziness threatened to pull you under. “I’m…. I’m fine, Ares. Just a scratch…”

“A scratch?” He seethed, his trademark calm shattered. “This is not a scratch!” His fingers brushed delicately over the wound, then he summoned the divine energy within him, his aura pulsating with a fierce light.

You felt warmth radiate from his hands as he worked to mend your injury. “Don’t move!” he commanded, and you obeyed, despite the pain. Realizing that this wasn’t just about a wound anymore—it was about Ares’ torment over your state—it dawned on you just how intensely he cared.

As the divine energy pulsed through you, the world around faded, leaving only the two of you. “You mean everything to me,” he confessed softly, his voice a rare blend of vulnerability and strength. “I can’t lose you. Not like this.”

And for the first time, Ares allowed himself to reveal the depth of his feelings, the fierce protectiveness consuming him like a flame. With every pulse of energy, you could feel the wound knitting together, the pain ebbing away. Yet that heartache etched in his expression remained.

With a final burst of light, your injury healed, and you took a deep breath, feeling whole once more. “See? I told you I’m fine,” you teased weakly, though you could still see the tension in Ares’ muscles.

“A true warrior fights without fear,” he said, his tone returning to its usual sternness, but his eyes softened. “And a true warrior understands the cost of battle. I won’t allow you to be reckless. I refuse.”

His words struck a chord in you. You knew Ares was often the embodiment of both rage and honor, but this moment crystallized the myriad shades of his character—his fierce protectiveness, his gentle heart, and the sacred bond forming between a god and a mortal.

“Then let’s fight together,” you proposed, lifting your sword high once more. “As one.”

Ares met your gaze, and in that moment, the battlefield around you vanished, leaving only the bond you shared. “Together,” he agreed, his resolve hardening like steel, and with that, the two of you surged into battle side by side, hearts aligned and spirits unbreakable, prepared to face whatever came next.

[thatonepersonwhocantwrite]

Hello hope all is well! I was wondering if you could write something for blood of Zeus. I’m not sure if you do platonic for it but if you do and want to, could you right some fluff where reader is like a son/daughter figure to a lot of the gods? Like Hermes, Apollo, Aries, and others as well? Like I think it would be funny if everyone is warned to not to bother Aries but he has a clear soft spot for reader. and maybe could you include a scenario where reader is maybe hit on/flirted with in front of everyone and some of the gods get all protective. If you are able I would love to see how you would write this! If it could be gender neutral that would be grand but if not female pronouns are fine!

A/n hi I'm so sorry this took a while this was requested like a month ago I'm so sorry

Family

Platonic Olympians x sibling reader

Blood of Zeus Fandom

Trigger warnings Zeus cheating on Hera, Ares being violent at first (not towards the reader)

Ares might be OOC

You were enjoying your time on Earth away from Olympus while it had only been a few hours it was amazing. You love your family you really do sometimes you just needed time away from them and their drama especially when you're father was constantly cheating on your mother. Fun times. Well you were enjoying it until you felt a gust of wind.

Wooosh!

Hermes! Y/n yelled as Hermes once again stopped right in front of them reaching his hand up to ruffle their hair.

"Awwe come on man what is this pick on your younger sibling day?" Y/n asked in a sarcastic tone as Hermes chuckled Hermes ruffles your hair again as he smirk “It’s always pick on your younger sibling day, you should know this now” Hermes replied

How'd you even find me so quickly? I only left a few hours ago .... Y/n asked

Hermes shrugs “It’s not hard to find you, just look for the person who’s being a pain in everyone’s ass”

I mean it's not that hard when he's standing right in front of me. Y/n replied

Hermes laughs as he ruffles my hair again “Damn you’ve gotten snarky”

Honestly sometimes it felt like you're siblings and half siblings were your parents instead of Hera and Zeus

" Ok ok I get it dad." You said teasingly

Hermes was about to say something but there was a loud crash in distance then a whining noise

Wait here. Hermes said

Wait Her!!!! And he's gone. You muttered to yourself

"Of course he is because why would he even listen to me?" You asked yourself. No you didn't in fact wait there instead you wandered around until you came across a cute little village . However as you were exploring the small little village a particular creepy looking elderly couple kept following you around. Your dumb ass thought hey maybe I can loose them in an alley way. Nope that didn't work at all they followed you.

Although you were already 90% sure that wouldn't work you did it anyway but you still decided screw it. Now you were screwed. The lady opened her mouth you saw something big and metal. You smirked and took a few steps back the old couple looked confused wondering why you stepped back. "We're not going to hurt you." The elderly lady said. "Oh I know you won't." You replied as a spike hammer hit the elderly couple in the back of the heads.

" Come on Y/ n you're smarter then going into an alley way. " Ares said.

" Yeah I know I know I wasn't thinking clearly. " You replied. You swear his eyes softened for a moment.

"Are you alright?" Ares asked

"Awwwe are you worried about me big brother?" You asked in a teasing tone big mistake .

You and Ares had a sparring match and you are now incredibly sore.

When you arrived back to Olympus with Ares you were tackled into a hug by Hermes.

"Where were you?! I told you to stay put but you didn't!" Hermes exclaimed.

You were extremely grounded by litterly everyone in the room.

" Ready for round two Y/n?" Ares asked.

"Fuck yeah!" You replied

"None better disturb our sparring or you might just find yourself on the wrong side of my fist ." Ares said

After the second sparring match you two sat down and told stories well Ares told stories about war and blood shed you fell asleep exhausted from the days events.

[kayesfanfics]

Hermes x Goddess! Reader

The two of you met when you first became a goddess. You were a mortal first, until you proved yourself worthy of god hood. You found Hermes to be very charming and cute, but it took some hundreds of years for the two fo you to grow close enough to want a relationship. Being immortal, relationships could get tricky, so you didn’t want to rush into anything, but Hermes would wait for you for millennia if it took that long

But he’s a dedicated, loyal and loving friend, so it wasn’t a hard decision to make him your lover. And boy does he not disappoint

With his speed, he can bring you anything your heart desires from anywhere in the world. He’s a man who loves to do romantic gestures, like bringing you flowers, setting up romantic dates, clearing your schedules to spend time together and relax from your godly duties

Apollo and Ares love to tease their little brother, so if he messes up around you, they don’t let him live it down

“Oh ho, little brother! Do not fret! I’m sure the lovely Y/N didn’t see Ares knock your tooth out!”

“Apollo, don’t say that! Of course she saw it!”

Although it’s all fun and games, and Hermes humiliates them back just as much and its all brotherly competition, he does feel less than them at times. It doesn’t help that Hera doesn’t exactly like him, as he’s just another bastard child of her cheating husband. But when he’s around you, he doesn’t feel like that. You make him feel important and loved, just as such an important god should feel

Onto the more light hearted stuff, he is DEFINITELY a huge tease. Likes to sneak up on you with his invisibility and scare the crap out of you, or move things you were using and eventually get caught cause he laughed a little too loudly. Will also go in for a kiss, but dodge at the last second so you kiss the air

But he can be very shy and awkward at times as well, especially around the other gods. He sees Apollo dip Hyacinthus into a deep kiss and sometimes wonders if you wanted public affection like that, but is quickly relieved when you groan and roll your eyes along with the other gods. The two of you like to keep things private, where you can be completely vulnerable and open around just the other

Quality time truly is his love language. Nothing beats sitting in a golden meadow with you, his head in your lap while you play with his unbraided hair, and just talk about anything and everything

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

He is SO babygirl, definitely a switch for sure. A really sweet bottom and a teasing top

When on top, he won’t tease you for too long, he can’t keep you on the edge for long after you shed some tears. He’s a giver, okay? But once he gives you what you want, have fun with that godly stamina, especially HIS since he runs around the world daily

BUT BOTTOM HERMES IS SO CUTE, YOU CANT TEASE HIM FOR LONG EITHER

He likes it when you’re fully in control of him and his pleasure. Likes to be blindfolded and have his hands tied above his head with soft silk ribbons. He’s a very obedient bottom, wanting to please you and listen to your every command. You love listening to his soft grunts and moans as he tries to hold himself back, wanting to be good for you. When you talk all sweet and gentle to him, it only turns him on more as he gently tugs at his restraints and a soft moan escapes his lips

He’s definitely more into slow and sensual sex rather than rough and fast sex. He wants to take his time to love you and your body, he doesn’t like being rough at all because he never wants to hurt you. He’s also a whimperer %100

[chaostroberry1]

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

[roguerambles]

Minos, Rhadamanthus, and Aeacus: "Lord Zeus, you repeatedly broke your marriage vows, having numerous affairs, including with your son's wife--"

Ares: "Wait, what?!"

Hera: "I FUCKING KNEW IT--"

Zeus: "...."

Reader: "Oh, great--"

Hades: *sips wine*

Ares: "You've been fucking my FATHER?!"

Reader: "I don't know what you're yelling at me for, you've been bedding Aphrodite our entire marriage!"

Aphrodite: "I'd rather not be involved in this, thank you--"

Hermes: "I think it's a little late for that, don't you?"

Ares: "THAT'S NOT THE SAME--"

Reader: "HOW IN THE UNDERWORLD IS IT NOT--?"

Minos: "....if we could perhaps focus on--"

Courtroom full of yelling Gods: "NOT NOW."

Zeus: "....I'm going to Tartarus, aren't I?"

Hades: *sips wine*

[idontknowwhatimdoinglol]

Yandere Olympus x hurt reader (headcanons)

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you were practically the baby of Olympus, being the youngest child of Zeus and Hera you were always being protected by one of your older siblings or other family. it is rare that you are out of their view.

so it was quite a surprise when their precious baby god/goddess was carried up by Hermes with a broken arm after they were left alone for a few hours in the mortal realm.

nearly instantly your family was at your side, making sure you were ok and asking what happened. when you explain that you had spooked the horse of a mortal and it knocked you down breaking your arm just by the way you fell they were furious, not with you or the horse but for that mortal for not controlling their horse, accident or not they would pay for hurting their precious baby.

as you sat in your bedroom with your mother and Apollo having your arm healed your father sent Ares to have a field day with the person who was responsible for your injury.

even after your arm is healed you are forced to stay in bed for weeks, your mother and father visiting you and your siblings entertaining you. when you're finally let out of bed you're practically guarded by all of your siblings, you thought that they never left you alone before but now they go as far as sleeping in your room to make sure that you stay safe.

and you can kiss ever leaving Olympus again goodbye, if you're let out of your room you will be near someone in your family at all times they won't risk you being hurt again.

if anyone tries to go near you who isn't another god, even if it's just a servant on Olympus they will either be hurt or killed depending on who sees them.

out of your sibling's Hermes, Dionysus, and Artemis will be the most lenient and not apply as many rules to you, wanting to keep you happy along with healthy.

ares and Apollo along with your parents will not in the slightest be lenient, if anything they made the rules so they would never break them.

in the end, you will be constantly protected and no matter how many centuries go by you will always be their baby and no one will change that.

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[demigoddessqueens]

CAN I REQUEST HAVING APOLLO'S CHILDREN HEADCANNONS? 💗💗💗

YES YOU CAN!!

Masterlist 10

Having Apollo’s children would include…

As soon as you tell him you are pregnant, the Sun God is over the moon for you!! Picking you up, hugs and kisses and all, he adores you!

Tells you repeatedly “thank you for the gift you’ve given me!”

Waits on you hand and foot, and has the minor gods and goddesses-nymphs wait on you as well

If your ever uncomfortable, or before you even realize your discomfort, Apollo is there with any

Of course he’s the type to talk to your stomach when you feel the “kicking” in your stomach

Given his powers of prophecy, he knows if you’re having twins or not but oh so subtly tries to come up with baby names for them

Goes without saying the day his kids are born is the happiest of his immortal life

He loves being a dad, just makes it his whole personality

Writes poems and ballads for them! Commissions armor and swords for them (even as a baby)! All the statues of him and you and the new arrivals

If they pursue a different passion in their godhood, he’s supportive of them all the way

Wears that pouch-sling thing with Baby Sun tucked comfortably in front

[kawaiigirly21]

Gem of Olympus 6

"Wait, say that again. I'm afraid I didn't hear you correctly. You…want…her…back?” Apollo stared at his brother as he sat across from him in the large garden. “Yes Apollo! I want her back! I-i miss her. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I can barely look at Aphrodite without wishing she was… Natasha… I still love her. I don't think I ever stopped…” Ares put his head in his hands. This was one of the very first times he displayed his true emotions in front of anyone besides the goddess he was previously married to.

Apollo sighed as he took his eyes away from his brother to look at his wine glass. “Look Ares, I'm sure your feelings are genuine but do you know how much you hurt her? She unraveled because of you. Her confidence became undone. And so did her clothing. She went around starting affairs to compensate for what you did to her. She never once doubted her beauty until you planted those seeds of deceit and pain. She simply did all those things to feel beautiful again. To regain some semblance of power. Control.”

Ares could do nothing but simply listen to his brother as he spoke words of truth to him. His ears now finally opened and his mind cleared to truly understand what he had done. “I don't doubt your love for her, Ares. In fact when you two first started courting, I had never seen you so happy. But she's no longer yours. And if you want her back. If you want to be her husband once more, you have a lot to work on.” Apollo then stood from his chair and walked past his sulking brother.

“Now if you'll excuse me, I do have to get going. I do believe I hear mortals praying for me to heal their sick. Till tonight brother.” Ares simply waved his brother off and made his way out of the garden. He knew Apollo was telling the truth. He had much to work on. Such as getting rid of Aphrodite. Elsewhere on Olympus, Poseidon and Hera were planning his proposal. As Hera was the goddess of marriage, she jumped at the opportunity to help her brother wed Natasha.

“She did say she liked Dolphins right? Or was it tiger sharks… this is stressing me out…” Poseidon sighed as his eyes scanned the parchment in front of him. “It was indeed tiger sharks. Please don't let this bother you. It's just a proposal. It's not the wedding… yet.” Poseidon nodded before grabbing a pen. “I just want this to be perfect… I love her Hera… I truly do..” Hera smiled warmly. “I know you do. I can tell. Now back to the planning, you want to do this when?” Poseidon quickly answered. “The day after tomorrow! I don't want to wait any longer!”

While the two continued their planning, Hades, Persephone and Natasha were playing with Cerberus. “Come on boy! Come on! Go get it!!” Natasha smiled brightly as she watched the three headed dog run off to fetch the log she threw. “It's hard to believe he used to be so small you could hold him in one hand. Now look at him.” Persephone put a loving hand on her niece's shoulder as she led her to their usual table. “We have much to discuss my dear.” Hades spoke as he took a seat besides her.

Natasha knew exactly what it was they were about to discuss and smiled as the gossip flew. “Then she claimed she didn't know I was there. Can you believe that?” Natasha sipped her tea as she listened closely to her uncle's story. “Ugh unbelievable!” She added. “I personally wouldn't have tolerated such disrespect!” Persephone said. Once every month, Natasha traveled to the underworld for 3 days to spend time with her aunt and uncle. Most of the time, it was tea, cakes and all the gossip they could stand.

Other times....“Ah! Oh! There! There! Mm!!” Hades growled in Natasha's ear as he took her from behind. “Put that mouth to good use, darling.” Persephone purred as she led Natasha's head to her pussy. “Ah~ good girl~ mm~” Hades smirked as he pushed himself deeper into Natasha's weeping cunt. “Agh shit!! So tight you are little one! Fuck!!” Persephone smiled as she pet Natasha’s head. “Oh fuuuuck~ You’re too good at this~”

Later that day, Natasha laid in her bed reminiscing about her past affairs and her previous lovers while petting her lion. “Hmmm Hercules gave you to me. You big ball of fluff.” The nemean lion simply yawned while snuggling close to her. “Not much to say on that. You’re so spoiled.” As Natasha looked up at her ceiling, she heard a soft yet firm knock at her door. “It's open.” Fully expecting to see Hermes, considering his knocks were the only kind that sounded that way, the goddess’ eyes widened when the man in her chambers was not in fact Hermes but Ares.

“Do you have a minute?” He asked with a hand rubbing the back of his neck. “Um…sure. What is it?” Natasha moved from her lying position to sitting up with Leo, her lion, moving to place his head on her lap and continue his nap. “I um..here. These are for you. They’re your favorite right?” Ares asked as he pulled a bouquet of belladonnas from behind him. “Yes they are. I didn’t know you knew. Place them on my night table. I’ll vase them once Leo moves his large head.” The war god nodded as he placed the flowers down and stood in front of Natasha awkwardly.

“You may sit Ares. I’m not forcing you to stand.” As the god found a chair to sit in, Natasha watched confused. Why was he so awkward and nervous? He wasn’t even like that when they first started courting. “I wanted to apologize for my behavior the other night…and for …everything…” This threw Natasha for a major fucking loop. Ares? Apologizing?! Since when!? “Oh well…You’re forgiven…at what cost though?” Natasha eyed her Ex husband suspiciously. “What do you mean? Can I not apologize without having an ulterior motive?”

Natasha immediately shook her head and stroked Leo’s mane while he purred loudly. “No. Not from what I've seen.” Ares sighed as his head hung low. “I beg for your forgiveness. Not for the benefit of myself, but for my love for you…” Natasha’s eye twitched as she watched in disbelief.

"Your love for me? When did you ever have love for me?! You cannot just come in here Ares and expect me to embrace you with open arms! After what you did to me?! You’re grateful that I even accepted your flowers and allowed you into my chambers! You want my forgiveness?! Work for it! Now…If you'll excuse me, I must get ready for bed. Goodnight.” Ares left the room tight lipped and humiliated. It wasn’t as if he expected her to take him back right away but he definitely wasn’t expecting that reaction either.

As the war god moved to make his way to his own room, He stopped in his tracks when his ears caught the condescending chuckle of his uncle. “Didn’t go as you planned, did it?” Poseidon asked as he appeared from his place behind a pillar. “How long were you there?” Ares asked as his eyes squinted. “Long enough to know I have more of a chance than I once thought.” Ares stepped to his uncle with an angered expression on his face. “And just what is that supposed to mean?” Poseidon simply smirked as he walked past his nephew.

“Exactly what you think nephew. You had your chance. Now let me show you how a real man charms a woman.” Watching in irritation, Ares’ eyes widened as Poseidon not only knocked on Natasha’s door with a much firmer sound that just screamed authority and confidence but that it looked as if Natasha scrambled to open the door and immediately let the king of the seas in. while she was dressed in her finest nightgown as well. Before the door closed, Poseidon sent an all knowing smirk Ares’ way. It became all so clear then. This was war. And Ares was determined not to lose.