#dionysos x reader

[apricot-blossomss]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[stumacherstan]

Hello! Are your requests open? I saw that you wrote for the yandere greek gods, and I wanted to ask for a request for Hera, maybe her growing an obsession for a fellow god, someone who's happily married to their spouse and grows jealous from how spiteful her own marriage is? She deserves a good husband smh

Yandere!Hera x god(dess) of justice and loyalty!gn!Reader:

Queen Hera is your senior for sure

She remembered when you came to be.

Small. Cute. Truthful. Weak. Small. Quiet.

Your little scale had its pros and cons

but you always listened to her

it was cute really

but as time went on she went to doing her duties and you to your own

Hera hadn’t realized how much time went on

She kept dealing with Zeus’s bullshit for so long, time slipped by

She needed to talk to her good little fellow god(dess) the one who always listened

Hera was surprised to see you be married with another

and him at that? Seriously. HIM?!

she felt betrayed.

to be fair you didn’t know what went down between her and Dionysos but fuck her to the underworld

and even worse. it was a successful happy marriage.

The damn fuck was known for being rowdy and chaotic

what the hell

you were just happy to be by his side and have fun with him and everyone

being together was important

Hera hated it.

however she tries to be patient

choose her over him

Hera calls for you and Dionysus felt weird about it but let it go

what’s she to do?

You go and Hera is happy

she keeps you.

You are very surprised. Wasn’t this supposed to be a visit?

Hera weeps

She knows she’s married and she knows you’re married now

but whyyy

you don’t know what to do after trying to get away for a couples of days.

“you’re supposed to be with me!” Hera feels pathetic. She feels dejected. She always knew how lovely you were and now you’re with another.

“I’m sorry? i’m not sure what to say.”

“I won’t stand for it. You are to stay here. I do not care. I’ll deal with it all. I just need you. like it was before. I won’t even think about the damned Zeus. I never needed him. I always needed you.”

(because i’m sure you wanted nice domesticated headcanons we’re skipping the drama)

it took some time to get use to

but Hera is a really great wife

you don’t really get to see anyone but she’s all you need

she feeds you. you feed her

you both grant peoples wishes together when they pray to you both

Hera is very sweet when she whispers sweet nothings into your ear

she’s very soft and nice to hold. it’s like you two fit

you don’t think about your ex. that’s all the past like hera said

you’re all she needs and she’s all you need

time never exists with her because you two’s love is for eternity <3

And no one will come between it

[thealtoduck]

I just read your Jason and son of hera fic and I had an image come in my mind we’re the reader goes back to camp and goes to Percy and annabeth gestures to them and say “how did you know you wanted this” points to them holding hands. Annabeth “why… do you like someone 😏”. Percy “o my gods you like someone.” the whole camp “o my gods you like someone.” all of Olympus “o us.” Hera “that’s my boy.” Jason hell yeah he likes me!!”

(A/N: Oh yeah let’s do different reactions to Son of Hera x Jason Todd)

Percy: Y/n can date?! Can i join? *gets smacked on the arm by Annabeth* -Ouch! Can WE join?

Annabeth: I did expect Y/n to find a boyfriend eventually, but i expected him to date like a harvard or yale graduate, i didn’t expect it to be a gunslinging vigilante.

Grover: Yay! I’m so happy for them!

Jason and Thalia being overprotective step-siblings: We don’t approve!

Leo: Why would Y/n want to date that guy when he could have The Leo.

Argus: I approve… but if he hurts Y/n i’ll be shoving is guns up his- *Censored noices*

Luke: … (If you don’t get it he’s dead)

Hera: My son dating THAT… Couldn’t he had date someone like us like Apollo -wait! you know what this is better.

Apollo: *Jealous noices*

Bruce: Well at least Jason is happy.

Dick and Tim: *Just happy for Jason*

Damian: *Totally has a crush on Son of Hera because he’s everything Damian wants. He’s classy, sassy, can fight and is a total savage. He tries to get Son of Hera to date him even though he’s like twelve.*

Zeus: Huh? I didn’t expect him to be into bad boys.

Ares and Hephaestus: *Both ready to kill the mortal though Ares kinda likes Jason’s style*

Aphrodite: I ship it! Oh my US! I ship it so much!

Dionysos: Young love *sips drink* (Okay side note idk why but i feel like Dionysos would actually like Son of Hera, maybe because he’s good at keeping campers in check and stuff)

Most are either confused or jealous. I just did the ones i think would have actual interesting reactions but if i forgot someone or you’d like to see someone you can send in an ask.

[stunudo]

That Got Away: A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction Part 9

Inspired by: Katy Perry’s “The One That Got Away”

Foo Fighters “Monkey Wrench”

Featuring: Spencer x Reader   Rating: Teen    Setting: Season 4

(I know this pic is from season 5, but come on!) A/N: What does it mean when you make yourself cry while writing? Angst. Let’s see if the team can make up for the crappy hotel security... xoxo Stu

I do not own any of the lyrics, characters or images.

Part 1   Part 7    Part 8

Emily saw the envelope sitting neglected on the desk. The unsubs had the BAU rolling around this hotel like a tangled ball of yarn betwixt the claws of a pack of sadistic kittens. She grabbed a pair of gloves from a uniformed cop at the desk, knowing in her gut it was exactly like the one found at Reid’s hotel room that morning. She opened the gently pronged seal, a single sheet of printer paper with typical Times New Roman Font stared back.

Regarding: A Trade

When: At your earliest convenience

Who: Dr. Reid for Agent Jareau

Where: To Be Determined

How: Please have Dr. Reid pick up the security desk phone and dial #999 to receive further instructions

Don't wanna be your monkey wrench One more indecent accident I'd rather leave than suffer this I'll never be your monkey wrench

You felt like you were trapped in a bad after school special about abstinence. How could your dad; your sweet, goofy, dork of a dad be this controlling?! You were an adult. You had lived on your own for an entire year of college. Why was it so bad to finally have a boyfriend? Even in your memories you could hear the whine of your voice in your thoughts. You had never felt so alone and angry before. What could you do with all these emotions?

You blasted Dave Grohl through the sound system and threw your stuff around your bedroom.

“JJ, can you see an exit? Can you get out of there before she catches up to you?” Hotch did not want to risk heroics, he wanted JJ back with the team.

“Yeah, Hotch, there seems to be a door at the end of the other hall. If I make it through, I will work on getting above ground.” JJ had controlled her breathing, yet she was still determined to move on to the next step of escaping. “If I don’t come back to the phone, take it as a good sign.”

“JJ, be careful.” Hotch stayed on the line, until he heard the other phone rest into the cradle.

Spencer was agitated, “Hotch, did she see Y/N? Were there any other doors she could have tried?!”

Hotch looked at Reid with his serious, yet blank face. “You can ask her when we get her back. Right now, we know Dr. Y/L/N is not in any real danger. Also, one of the unsubs have been taken down with ease.”

“And one of them is walking amongst us.” Emily Prentiss had arrived with the next clue from the suspects. “We have another note. This time it is an invitation for Reid.”

Every member of the local and BAU team present exchanged glances as Spencer rushed toward Agent Prentiss. She held up the page for him to read without touching it. His eyes ran over the note, it was impossibly short. He read it three times. “Hotch, make sure Garcia is on the trace.”

Spencer walked calmly back over to the security desk and picked up the phone.

Morgan and Rossi were in the conference room staring at the wall. There were three “known” unsubs: Kurt Hansen, Unsub Mail Carrier (female) and Unsub Prison Guard (older female). The available pictures and generic descriptions were on sheets with details of the profiles below each part of the team. This group was organized, willing to take high risk victims and had resources to pull this off.

They were pointing to the one keeping watch of JJ and Y/N as the leader, this was personal for her. They were looking into ties with both Dr. Y/L/Ns to build a suspect list. Y/N was injured while JJ was not, was this about her from the beginning? Had the father’s murder occurred because the original target, Y/N was not yet in Pasadena?

Kurt Hansen was muscle and accessibility. He probably didn’t know much about the other members of the team, but he liked their bankroll. How did Y/N end up choosing a room at this hotel? Did they know that the BAU would be staying here as well? How far did their research go?

The mail carrier unsub was fearless. She made no attempt to hide her features besides knowing where security cameras were. She helped develop the games that Reid and Y/N were battling. She was intelligent, probably a sociopath, and also had a personal vendetta against Y/N.

The room behind your wall had a tussle. You hoped JJ was alright, Auntie Miriam could have a mean streak about her. You tried to get her attention after you heard her door, followed by a yelp. Yet again you were greeted with silence. You began reciting Nonnus’ ‘Dionysiaca’ because right now you could really use a god of wine.

Bring me the fennel, rattle the cymbals, ye Muses! put in my hand the wand of Dionysos whom I sing: but bring me a partner for your dance in the neighbouring island of Paros, Proteus of many turns, that he may appear in all his diversity of shapes, since I twang my harp to a diversity of songs. For if, as a serpent, he should glide along his winding trail, I will sing my god’s achievement--

It was not your favorite epic poem, but it was flowery and the dank cell you were in needed such fantastic color. You returned to sitting on the cold floor, your lack of underwear a constant reminder of how far you had fallen over the course of this short, yet arduous day. You smiled against the desperation, you had spent the night with ‘ton chevalier’ and those memories were worth reliving.

Too soon reality returned. After some time, you began to accept that you had gotten your father killed by being a terrible niece. Aunt Miriam needed something from you and apparently Spencer also. What you two could offer her, after years apart was the largest puzzle piece. You hoped Spencer was safe, wherever he was. That his team would protect him, as they tried to protect you. After all, he didn’t deserve to be hurt by your family again.

All this time to make amends What do you do when all your enemies are friends Now and then I'll try to bend Under pressure Wind up snapping in the end

This was Spencer’s third pass down Dr. Y/L/N’s office in an hour. The young doctor knew the older man was studying him, he just couldn’t have foreseen their conversation.

“Spencer, why don’t you come in for a sec?” Dr. Y/L/N’s wide face beckoned through his casually open office door. Spencer set his last box of materials on the floor near the door. He plopped down on one of the same uncomfortable brown laminate chairs that were found throughout the building. He waited, his breathing still labored from his repeat trips to his next research hub and he didn’t know what Dr. Y/L/N wanted.

From his spot, Spencer could see a framed photograph of Y/N. She was probably eight or nine, in the background was the Colosseum. Her front teeth elephantine to her features. Spencer wondered if that was before or after Dr. Y/L/N’s wife had passed. For someone so fortunate to travel the world and absorb such varied cultures and history, Y/N had been through many hardships. Spencer smiled, knowing just how the world hadn’t truly seen Y/N Y/L/N yet.

“Spencer,” Graham sighed, “I have been watching you fall in love with my Y/N/N for a year now. And I am sorry for that.”

Spencer’s brown eyes bulged in embarrassment, he cleared his throat. “Sir? While I have known Y/N for one year, two months, 6 days and eighteen hours, I would not say my feelings,” his voice cracking, “were as that involving the complex chemical and hormonal mixture that is romantic love until most recently.”

“Spencer, when you are an old man, such as I am,” Dr. Y/L/N continued. “You will witness young love quite clearly as you can never have it like that again. It is fleeting and priceless.” His large form rose to sit on the edge of his fine desk, taking a casual aside in this formal setting. “I have turned a blind eye these past few weeks, because she is, you both are so special to me. But I can no longer ignore the potential ramifications from such summer flings.”

Spencer’s mind soared while his stomach dropped to the floor. The worst was the shame he felt, it gave him a searing jolt; silencing his usually generous words. His mouth opened and closed before he could articulate, “Sir, I, um we have not done anything that could endanger your daughter. I, mean, sir I wouldn’t hurt her.”

“Even so, I have made arrangements with my sister. Y/N will be spending the rest of her summer with her Aunt in San Francisco. She is leaving tomorrow morning. You are welcome to say goodbye, if you would like.”

Spencer stood. Like an animal released from a pen, he could no longer sit in one place. He picked up his research box and dropped it, twice, before looking back at his mentor. Then all he saw was the man that was oddly breaking his heart. “I will, I will call Y/N and set up a time, sir. Thank you, I must, <cough> go now and finish up in my new department, sir.”

JJ made it to the doorway at the end of the narrow hall from the captor’s base. The wide push release at waist height engaged, allowing her passage. She found another short hallway, it’s floor descending. It was lined in cinder blocks and ended in a ladder like a service entrance. She turned, trying to retrace her steps, but there was no handle on the exterior of the door she had used.

JJ squared her shoulders and began to climb up the cold iron rungs. The buzzing lights of the basement were lost as she ascended into warmer air. The sounds of machinery and voices urged the agent onward. People were near, people are her specialty, she can work with people. Her exhausted, undernourished mind kept thoughts at a minimum. Suddenly she couldn’t climb anymore, her hands and head bumped into a heavy stone hatch.

After ensuring Garcia was on the line and tracing the call, Spencer pushed the code through. The answering rings were clipped, more mechanical than he expected. On the fourth chirp, she answered, rather breathy. “Dr. Reid I presume.”

“Why did you give up on the prose?” Spencer started, “Was it for efficiency sake or couldn’t you find your muse? Perhaps that little errand girl you have roaming the lobby didn’t meet your deadline and you had to improvise.”

“No matter, Dr. Reid.” The older woman appeared to be talking, a notable accent the more she spoke. “As you now have Agent Jareau, how would you like to proceed?”

Spencer looked to Hotch, JJ wasn’t here. What did this woman want after losing her trading jewel? Hotch shook his head at Reid, knowing it wouldn’t convince him anyway. “Miriam, Miriam Y/L/N?” Spencer held his hand over the mouthpiece, and stage whispered, “The unsub is Y/N’s aunt!”

Hotch was floored, “Reid, are you sure?” Spencer nodded, writing on a pad beside the phone: ‘same accent as Graham’ in his stylized scribbles.

The team regrouped, Emily called Morgan to continue with the profile. Garcia flew through her research getting any information that could take this brother-killer down. Hotch continued to watch Reid and Y/N’s monitor. Someone had entered the room with her, but Hotch wouldn’t draw Spencer’s eye away from the phone.

Part 10

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[apricot-blossomss]

Can I have a one shot of Dionysus please? v-v (sorry if I'm disturbing anything)

- Anon 🦋

☛ you stumble upon dionysus and his followers and he offers to free you from your abusive husband

☛ sfw; cw: spousal abuse, alcohol (duh), death, panic attack

The world was spinning. Quite literally. With no idea how you had gotten here or how to get out of the tangled mess of limbs and shredded fabric surrounding you, you stumbled through the noisy crowd. Only the ground beneath your feat felt real, or did it? Had it just moved? Didn't it rumble and thunder beneath your feet?

When you had entered the forest this evening, you had merely been looking for mushrooms for the stew. Of course you knew it was dangerous out here, but your husband had insisted on this specific dish and you didn't want him to hit you again. So you had trudged into the mysterious dark of the trees, and stumbled upon this- a large group of wildly dancing women, throwing their heads back in ecstasy, hollering and screaming, discarding clothes and drinking wine.

And here you were, caught in the middle of this horrible storm, being pulled left and right, squashed by naked bodies, hands clawing at your clothing. Your desperate attempts to find a way out of this hurricane of bodies and voices were fruitless, as, anytime you came close to escaping, you were swept away by the women again. They seemed to think you one of them, too caught up in their haze to differentiate you from them.

Panic consumed your body as you felt your control slip. You were pulled this way and that way like a ragdoll, your ears thrumming with noise. Everything was too bright, too loud, too cramped. The hectic dance drew all air from your lungs, they constricted in fear that you would be caught in this whirlwind for eternity. Tears started streaming down your cheeks, but none of the shrieking women noticed. Sobbing, you begged them to let you go, but they didn't hear you, passing you along as if you were one of them.

"Help!" you found yourself screaming, but the noise around you was so loud that you couldn't even hear your own voice. Your hands gripped the handle of your basket in desperation as you sobbed helplessly, trying to free yourself, but to no avail. When you felt your clothes rip under the wild hands of the women, you screamed again, trying to hold them up to cover yourself, sobbing helplessly.

"MENEADS!"

Somehow, a voice rang over the music and women's voices, a voice so soul-shattering and mighty that you felt like your whole body was vibrating upon hearing it. And, even more bewilderingly, the women stopped. Something happened you hadn't thought possible: the thrumming feet came to a halt, the hands let go of you, the storm subsided and the dreadful clearing was overtaken by an eerie silence. Now, you could even hear your own breath, gasping for air through your veil of tears- both terrified and relieved.

The crowd, now completely still and panting alongside you, parted before you to make way for a haunting figure. It was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. His youthful features were delicate, framed by bronze locks that were adorned by a crown of ivy leaves. Purple ornaments adorned his fair skin, exposed to the air, safe for the part of his body covered by a loincloth. In his hands was a thyrsus, ridding you of all remaining doubt of his identity.

When he stopped right before you, you let go of your basket and it met the forest ground with a soft thud. Falling to your knees, you cowered before him and pressed your forehead into the dirt and raised your hands pleadingly. "Great god Dionysus," you started, but your voice wavered in fear and broke of.

You didn't dare look up when you heard a light shuffle before you, until you felt a soft touch under your skin. "Look at me, mortal." With a quivering lip, you raised your head from the ground. The god had crouched down and was studying your face intently, his thumb brushing over your jaw. His touch left tingles in its wake. His soft, pink lips pulled into a small smile. "Now, what have we here?"

"I beg your forgiveness, lord Dionysus," you said hastily, finally having found your voice again. "Please, I... I was just looking for mushrooms, I was sent to collect some when I came across this clearing. I didn't mean to- forgive me..." You didn't exactly know what crime you had committed or if you had done something wrong at all, but experience taught you that it was best to apologize to powerful men, just in case they took offense.

"Sit up"

You did, still kneeling in the dirt but now on eye level with the god. Though you didn't know wether he would take offense, you attempted to cover yourself with the remaining shreds of your dress- you were a married woman after all. When you raised your gaze from the ground, you found yourself looking directly into the gods eyes. Purple and mesmerizing, they pulled you in with an intensity that it required a great deal of restraint to look away. The god tutted and raised your chin gently once more, making you lock eyes with him.

"There is nothing to apologize for, sweet thing," he mused, giving you another smile. Your heart leapt from your chest as he did. "Now, who would send such a pretty little thing like you are alone into the woods at night?"

Under his piercing yet gentle gaze, the truth fell from your lips without your consent. "My husband. And-" you hesitated, glancing at your basket. "He will be very angry with me if I'm late." The god followed your gaze and picked up the basket, eying the few shriveled up mushrooms you had managed to find. Then, his eyes landed upon yours once more.

"What will he do if he's angry, sweet thing?" he asked softly and again, the truth escaped your lips without your permission. "He'll beat me," you whispered and heard a few meneads whisper empathetically. "He's done it before, I- I really need to get home."

After a short silence, the god sighed and handed you your basket. When you looked inside, your eyes widened. It was filled to the brim with fresh, ripe mushrooms of the kind they only had in the best taverns. Unable to utter a word, you stared at the god who gave you a cheeky smile and tipped his ivy crown, as if to say 'at your service'. "Thank you," was all you managed to say, feeling your eyes burning with relief. "Thank you so much"

Over the basket, you momentarily forgot to hold up your dress and squeaked in shock, but the god reached over, pulling one strap over your shoulder, and by his divine touch, it was restored again. Dionysus silenced your string of 'thank you's with a simple gesture. "If you do not wish to go back to your husband, I would be able to offer you another life. In another place. Even with another husband, if you wish."

"Why?" was all you managed to ask as a sudden wave of hope flooded you. You had thought you would have to spend the rest of your days a slave for your repulsive husband. Was there another way? A fresh start, somewhere? With another man? Even though you doubted you could ever find a mortal man attractive again after having seen Dionysus smile. When it faded from his face, you were spooked, as if he had made a loud noise, by the seriousness of his features.

"I don't like seeing pretty young women like yourself cry." He offered you a hand and you ogled it, gears turning very slowly in your head, though still managing to brew up a storm. "Come with me, and I will give you the life you deserve."

The offer was so tempting it took everything in you to not take his hand. Looking up at the god apologetically, you gripped your basket more tightly, knuckles turning white. "I'm sorry, I can't. I'm a married woman, I have to stay loyal to my husband." Did you imagine the slight pain in the god's eyes, or did they just reflect your own?

"Alright," the god said, nodding at to meneads who rushed to your side to help you stand. "You will not have to fear on your way back, for you will be protected, pretty lady," the god spoke, rising from his sitting position as well. Then, he got a hold of your hand, brought it to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss onto it. Again, his touch left you breathless, and you found yourself longing for it as the two women guided you into the woods, feeling as if you had just made a big mistake.

As promised by the god, your way home wasn't disturbed by neither animals nor fellow mortals, though you felt like the same pair of eyes that had been burned into your memory forever were appearing behind every tree, as a fox, a bird or a snake.

Sooner than you thought possible, you had reached the edge of the forest and dread came over you when you saw your house. Your heart thumped rapidly in your chest at the prospect of stepping through that door, being at the non-existent mercy of your husband once more, his punching bag, his unpaid maid. Thinking back to the encounter with the god, you felt as if your mind had suddenly be cleared.

For the first time in your life, you had been given a choice, and you had chosen to stay in your chains? "Fuck this," you found yourself muttering, throwing the basket onto the ground and turning on your heel to flee into the sanctuary of the woods. Rushing past trees and clearings, you tried to trace back your steps, wild with hope that you weren't too late, that you would find them again. Find him again. Your lungs tightened as you ran, but you only accelerated, desperate to reach Dionysus and the meneads before they left the clearing.

But when you reached it, not a soul was left. It was empty, and the frustration and desperation made you topple over and sink to your knees, tears in your eyes and cursing yourself. Too late. You were too late.

"There you are."

Your head shot up st the voice, the voice that had been so deeply embedded in your memory as that of your tormentor. It was your husband, panting at the edge of the clearing. He had followed you. Dread pooled in your stomach when he stepped towards you and you crawled back, standing up and stumbling over your own feet in retreat. There was a look in his eyes that scared the shit out of you- he looked predatory, dangerous.

"I'll scream," you threatened with a quivering noise as he kept approaching you. But it only elicited a mocking laugh from him as he got a hold of your arm and pulled you into his chest. His brutal eyes ran along your form hungrily as he licked his lips, a mean smile distorting his face. "Who would hear you in here?"

He was right. And as the realization sank in, your stomach constricted painfully. You hated yourself for the way a tremble overtook your entire body. Your weak attempts of escape were only met with another laugh. "Did you think you could run from me, you whore?" Mustering up a last bit of strength, your arm shot forward and your clenched fist met his jaw with such force a sharp pain shot through your knuckles.

Momentarily stunned, your husband stumbled back a few steps before setting his furious eyes on you once more. "You!" Panic overtook you and you tried to run, but he grabbed you and threw you onto the ground, hovering over you and pinning your limbs to the forest floor. Your screams for help lost themselves in the cold night air as he raised his hand and-

"Am I interrupting something?"

You immediately recognized the voice, though the figure it belonged to looked quite a bit different. Dionysus sat on a tree stump a few feet away, though fully dressed and without his godly symbol. Someone who hadn't been blessed by his presence before could've mistaken him for an exceptionally beautiful mortal, as did your husband. "Fuck off, pretty boy," you said gruffly. "How I punish my wife is none of your business."

The god didn't reply, but suddenly, your husbands eyes widened and he scrambled away from you, as if he had forgotten your presence. Sitting up, you watched him stumble over his own feet, hitting and screaming at nothing, frenzied with panicked. When he stumbled over a root, he shrieked in fear, and it closed around his angle. Another grapevine reached down to trap his hands and close around his throat, squeezing as he was still yelling deliriously. Realizing what was about to happen, you turned away when his breathing got strangled and finally, stopped and a body met the ground in a thud.

A few breathless seconds of silence, then- "Thank you," you panted, standing up shakily. Somehow, he was right there, steadying you against him. When you turned your face to what was left of your husband, he tutted and guided it back to him. "Don't look at that ugly business, pretty lady. I take it you have pondered my offer, then?"

You nodded, captivated by his glowing eyes. "If it's still on the table, I'd like to join your followers, please." The god raised an eyebrow, frowning. "You sure, darling? I can get you anything and anywhere, any life you could want."

"I know." You were relieved at the steadiness of your voice and, not quite believing your own courage, dared to take the god's hand. His eyes widened, but he made no attempt to remove his hand or punish you. In fact, he even closed his fingers around yours and stroked the back of your hand with his thumb. "If it's what you wish..." he smiled softly, "you shall have your place among my followers."

You would never understand how giddy it had made him to hear those words from you that day. The god had taken a liking to you, and he was determined to give you the freedom you craved, and a life worthy of you.

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[apricot-blossomss]

would it be okay to ask for maybe A dionysus/hermes/Apollo x Reader?

The gods just love giving reader multiple praises to the point it completely overwhelms them/pos

(seperate please!)

the greek gods showering mortal!f!reader in praise [apollo, hermes, dionysus x reader]

sfw, cw: mentions of a praise kink, not proofread

feels good to finally upload again, I hope I'll find more time to write next week!

APOLLO

There was perhaps no greater blessing for you personally than listening to Apollo sing, and once one witnessed him, they would find themselves aggreing with you. Which was why you had no objection when Apollo interrupted your little make out session on his settee to ask you wether he could play a song for you. Quite the opposite, actually. But now, you almost regretted it, because you felt like your head was about to explode.

His golden eyes were locked to yours, making you unable to turn your head and hide from the might of his words. Endless praise and adoration fell from his lips in the most beautiful melody. You suddenly realized you were crying, but you made no attempt to wipe the tears away as you were frozen in place, growing hotter by the minute. With newfound intensity, Apollo recited the next verses, lips pulled into a little smile as he flooded your poor helpless mind with words of devotion.

You couldn't do this any longer, you buried your burning face in your hands, overwhelmed by his divine love. The way each word sounded so genuine you began to doubt the very existence of the lie. Nearly shaking, you pulled your legs to your chest and whined. "Oh gods, please stop, it's too much!"

A soft coo made you look back up at him as Apollo played some closing strings and put the lyre aside to pull you into his lap, right were the lyre had sat. Hiding your face in your chest, you attempted to conceal the deep red of your cheeks. "You can't just say stuff like that," you muffled into his tunic and a soft rumble made his chest vibrate.

"Like what?" he asked, caressing your hidden face with his index finger before placing it underneath your chin, guiding your face up to look at him. "It's all true. Every time I look at you, my sunshine, I am lifted, gazing upon a masterpiece that must've been sculpted by a god. Or perhaps, you are your own artist?" Apollo allowed himself a little grin when you let out a loud whine and slapped his chest. Gently, his fingers closed around your wrist as he guided it to his lips to trail kisses up your arm.

"Your smile could rival the warmth of spring itself—it awakens my heart as surely as the season revives the earth." His words were blooming as always, masterfully crafted sentences praising you, as his lips, hushed into a soft whisper, trailed up your arm. "No lyre could ever match the harmony of your laughter. My music is a mere attempt to echo your perfection. You are as brilliant as all the stars of the night sky. Every word you speak is a melody to my ears, every thought of yours a revelation."

His lips reached your shoulder, making their way to your throat that was taken over by a bright pink tone, it felt like your whole body blushed, like the pink blossoms in spring. "You're going to be the death of me," you said breathlessly, burying your hands in his hair and keeping his head in place in the crook of your neck, so he couldn't talk any more of his charming words.

Apollo laughed into your neck, it muffled the sound but couldn't lessen the melody of it. A shuddering breath left your lips as you pulled him closer, and though they flustered you, you savored his words, remembering every little phrase to keep in your heart forever.

HERMES

Gods curse the day Hermes found out you had a praise kink. Because ever since he had realized how much his compliments flustered you, he exploited it maliciously. Humming sweet praises into your ear when you were going about your day and doing the most mundane things, leaving you blushing and spluttering as he retracted with a cackle. Giving you the sweetest compliments anytime he would find you unsuspecting, with your guard down, and utterly humiliating you as your heart would start to race and all you could muster up were weak stutters of embarrassment.

So, when he plopped down on the couch next to you, stretching his limbs after a long day of godly duties and regarding you with that cheeky, mischievous smile, you knew what ideas formed in his head, as if you were able to read his thoughts. Immediately, your flight instinct kicked in as you retreated into the kitchen as quickly as possible- though not fast enough. In the blink of an eye, the sneaky god had caught up to you and dragged you back into the couch with him, pulling you into his lap.

His nose nudged your chin and you could practically hear the smirk in his voice. "How's my beautiful girlfriend doing today?" Ignoring your petty kicking, he giggled. "You know I'm faster than you, you know I know my way around you- though, you know, you’ve got this spark about you—like you could talk your way out of anything. It’s kind of my thing, but I think you do it better."

"You're insufferable," you sighed, though you felt your cheeks heat up embarrassingly. When his fingers trailed over your stomach, you squeaked and pushed them away, making Hermes throw back his head in a loud laugh. For a moment, you were mesmerized by him- the sound of his laugh, the bounce of his curly hair, the way his face lit up, eyes squeezed shut and cheeks pink. Then, he started talking once more.

"I used to think of myself as the best of thieves," Hermes sighed, drawing circles on your thigh. "But you outdo my trickery, love, as you have stolen my heart away from right under my nose." Don't blush, don't blush, don't blush, you thought to yourself, but you knew you were as red as a tomato by now. Stuttering out protests, you felt your stomach constrict in the best way and tried to wiggle out of his arms, a fruitless attempt.

Turning your head, you glared at him, but only got a cheeky smile in return. Hermes tipped his hat and chuckled. "Gods, you're so hot when you're mad." You gave him a deadpan stare and his smile only widened. "And so cute when you're blushing like this. Honestly, sweetheart, I think you could make everything more sexy."

In a final attempt to cut him off before you could make a complete fool of yourself (even more so than you'd already done), you crashed your lips into his. And of course, Hermes would never deny you, so his eager hand shot up to cup your face and tilt it in order to get a better angle to kiss you completely senseless on his lap.

Little did he know, you had been waiting for this moment of weakness. With his hands busying themselves with cradling your face, you jumped out of his lap, evaded his reaching arms and ran upstairs, laughing breathlessly. Of course, he could've caught up with you in an instance, but Hermes seemed determined to give you a fair chase, because when you reached the highest stair, you could hear his voice, still from downstairs.

"Baby, I think that was just about the hottest thing I ever saw."

DIONYSUS

"No cuddles with that breath" you protested, dismissing your lover's drunken attempts to wrap his arms around you. Whining, Dionysus forced himself halfway into your lap, in spite of your slapping at his chest and arms, looking up at you with dreamy eyes, glazed over by the effect of whatever alcohol emitted its odeurs from his mouth. Rolling your eyes, you attempted to shove him off. "If you want to bother someone, go and hang out with your brothers."

"Nooo," Dioynsus gave a long, drawn out protest and you found yourself lamenting how he could be a thousand years old and this childish at the same time. "You are more fun," the god pouted, squinting up at you. You complimented yourself on showing no reaction whatsoever on the outside, but your insides secretly did somersaults.

"If you want fun, why don't you throw a party?" you said dismissively, flicking his temple to which he responded with another whine. At your words, a drunken little smile creeped onto his face. "You make everything more fun, even doing nothing. I swear, you’re better than wine… and that’s saying something."

"If I'm better than wine, how come that's what you have been drinking for the last hours?" you asked with a raised brow. With a genuinely shocked expression, Dionyuss shot up and stared at you wide-eyed. "You're right. I should have been drinking you, you are so much sweeter-"

Groaning, you buried your face in a pillow, considering to suffocate yourself before he could see the blush on your cheeks. Then again, how receptive could he be, in his state? Turns out, very receptive. When you discarded the pillow, his eyes hushed over the pink on your cheeks and he cooed. "Aw, baby, do you like it when I tell you how sweet you are?"

Ignoring your stubborn but whispered 'no thank you', Dionysus threw an arm around your shoulder, continuing to brabble compliments and praises into your ear. Embarrassingly, your cheeks burned even more and the god laughed joyfully.

"Baby, the way you blush... I’ve seen people lose their minds over less."