#epic poseidon x reader

[calypso-apologist]

also, since i'm rambling already, yandere!poseidon x odysseus's sister reader.

imagine you were always rather adventurous, eager to partake in wars and what not. and so, dressed in a cape and hiding your face behind a mask, you join odysseus for the trojan war escapade (may i say... his journessey), only odyseeus, polites and eurylochus knowing about your identity.

and then ruthlessness happens and you decide to take a risk. you reveal yourself to poseidon, offering to let him even things out - your brother hurt his son, so to fix things, you offer yourself to the sea god until your brother gets back to ithaca so he can offer poseidon as many sacrifices as it takes to please him.

he agrees, takes you to his palace, but for some reason, he doesn't hurt you. he somewhat admires your sacrifice, enough to somewhat respect you. so instead of his slave, you become his personal cup bearer. zeus has ganymede, so why wouldn't poseidon have you, right?

and as he spends more and more time with you, he slowly becomes obsessed. he catches himself getting jealous whenever he catches you speaking to nymphs or other servants of his. basically, lima syndrome hits him and he does not take it well.

he forbids you from speaking to others. forbids you from looking at others. you're only allowed to be in his presence, only allowed to look at him, talk to him, love him.

and eventually, you do. or don't. it doesn't matter, he's keeping you forever. and you will love him, unless you want ithaca to be destroyed by giant waves and earth quakes. you know, fun stuff.

bonus points if you two had a thing before it all and you have a child back on ithaca that he kidnaps just to create a happy family with you.

[kupidachillea]

Olympians x You (hcs or imagines)

Author note: Geez, it’s been awhile. Sorry, I’ve been in bit of a funk, got both writers block and art block but I just want to drop this. I still have a few things in my drafts, but for now I’ll feed you guys this.

TW (trigger warning):This may have a few Yandere themes in it. And while the Olympians themselves aren’t really yanderes- they do share similar tendencies considering their myths. Please note that this isn’t completely accurate to their mythology- but it’s just a bit of fun so please take no offence and be nice in the comments.

CW (content warning)⚠️: readers either 17-18+ (to read this I mean), light mentions of nudity, molesting and sexual harassment, toxic behaviour. General (hinted) Yandere behaviour. Reader’s discretion is advised.

🏺- You weren’t sure how you got here but somehow you ended up on mount Olympus of all places.

🪡- Your brain was fuzzy and you hadn’t yet registered the 12 + looming faces above you. When you did notice, they were bickering in a language you didn’t understand (or at the very least, understood a little). It was jarring and you were still trying to get your bearings.

-🏺 You noticed one of them, a woman, dressed in garments fit for royalty (in ancient times at least) and had somewhat of a peacock aesthetic to it, yelling and pointing accusingly at a man, presumably her husband. She didn’t seem happy. Hera. Queen of the Olympians..that means the other must’ve been Zeus..oh boy

🪡- Zeus looked as if he was trying to quell his wife’s anger before things got more out of hand. There were a few others in the back that looked bored of the situation- as if a similar thing has happened before, while others looked mildly amused.

🏺- Despite all that- the argument seemed to have turned completely to you. Hera turning her rage towards you. “You! Where did you come from, how did you arrive here!?” She’d ask in anger, it was evident she had very little patience if any at all, thankfully though she was now speaking a language you could understand. You scrambled to answer her, your body trembling slightly at how her voice shook the marble floor you were sat on.

🪡- You tried to explain to her that you didn’t know how you got here. Your brain still fuzzy with images that didn’t clear up or make sense. This obviously didn’t help the Queen’s anger and you could see her patience slipping. She would scoff and turn back towards the other gods, them discussing what they should do with you.

🏺 - Some suggestions were thrown around, some you weren’t so fond of. Multiple times did they suggest either killing you or throwing you off the mountain (which would kill you anyway). However those ideas were shut down immediately by more ‘kindhearted’ gods. This hasn’t happened in centuries- a human spawning on top of their mountain out of the blue..they aren’t really prepared for this.

🪡- They were almost all out of ideas, until one golden haired music deity bent down to your height and took a closer look at you. His eyes shining as he took in your appearance before a smile started to work its way on his lips. “How about we keep them..?” He suddenly asked, his gaze still set on the little (little to them anyway) human in front of him.

🏺- This made everyone pause and even you were shocked by the suggestion. You found it ridiculous and you argued that despite how flattering it was- you didn’t want to stay with them and you wanted to be returned back to your home. The gods only seemed to ignore you, as if you were a child having an unreasonable temper tantrum. They were all considering keeping you here!

🪡- “Well…” Hermes started. You could tell since he was a bit shorter than the others and he had his signature winged sandals. “It has been quite awhile since the gods have had a plaything..” he would mutter reluctantly. He wasn’t entirely sold on the idea, despite how his father and brothers (most anyway) were grinning like idiots. You, obviously , did not appreciate being referred to as a plaything.

🏺- “Then it is settled..this little one shall be our new plaything!” Zeus grinned, a little too happy for both yours and Hera’s taste. You were about to give them a piece of your mind but was swiftly silenced by a threatening gaze from Hera..to your surprise. And thus began your horrible life with the Olympians..

….

🪡- You were stripped of your modern clothing and given a chiton to wear instead. “It’s too modern for our liking..” Aphrodite would say as she felt up your body in ways that made you shiver in discomfort. “We’re use to our people…how should I say this? Showing a little more skin…” the goddess of love would chuckle sweetly, while you would stare at her in embarrassment and maybe even a hint of disgust. While you could understand where she was coming from- it still didn’t stop you personally from being uncomfortable with they way she was touching you.

🏺-You’d also be dressed up in fine jewellery, much to your surprise..anklets of gold, bangles made of bronze, necklaces etc. sweet smelling oil perfumes covering your body- anything to make seem more ‘appealing’ to the gods and goddess. You were their plaything after all, so it made sense for them to dress you how they liked..no matter how much you disliked it.

🪡- They’d occasionally have you pour them wine at banquets or sit on their laps to just sit there and look pretty. The main gods that did this were of course Zeus, Apollo, Poseidon, definitely Dionysus and at some point Hermes. You didn’t really appreciate this, but rejecting their request would result in a ‘punishment’ for you.

🏺- To your surprise..Ares rarely touched you without your permission, but he was a little mean here and there. He along with Athena and Demeter weren’t as…’touchy’ as the others. And Artemis …you appreciated that..though just because they didn’t touch you in inappropriate ways doesn’t mean they weren’t as ‘crazy’ as the rest.

🪡- For example, while Artemis wasn’t big on being a pest in terms of touching you, she did take you out on hunts..which..wasn’t so bad in your opinion. It was much better than being up on the mountain most days..she thought a little more rationally- but of course- her twin, Apollo, would see you hanging out with his sister and get a little possessive about it. Which you didn’t understand- you weren’t any of their lovers (even if they thought so), but even so..most hunting trips were cut short because of him.

🏺- When you finally got moments to breathe away from the gods..you’d spend it out in the garden..hidden away from everyone and thing..it was your quiet time up until one of the gods summoned you. You found out that you weren’t the first human to be in this position (and probably not the last)..according to one of the lesser known gods (maybe Hebe) you were told that centuries before, a young lad was taken into the heavens to serve Zeus but had been placed into the stars as the constellation known as Aquarius.

🪡- You shivered at the thought..you didn’t want that to happen to you. To be placed in the stars? Doomed to forever look down on earth and watch your family and friends grow? It may have been an honour back then but to you it was almost like a death sentence.

🏺- Either way, life with the Olympians got harder to cope with. Your privacy was always compromised and you were forced to many things you didn’t like. Sometimes the gods would be as bold to sneak up on you while you were bathing and either join you in the pool or touching up your nude body.

🪡-Often giving excuses for why they would do so, or simply ignoring your protest. It wasn’t hard to manhandle you after all..they were gods, and you were a puny human. Why should they care about your thoughts and feelings. It progressively got worse with them kissing your neck or cheek without your permission too- Apollo was the main culprit of that..

🏺- Sometimes you found yourself crying in a corner by yourself at the situation you were in. The only person willing to comfort you being Hestia. She obviously didn’t approve of this but she couldn’t do much besides being a safe space for you to turn to, which you appreciated.

🪡- But no matter how you protest, run, hide, or try to defy them; you are still theirs. That how they see it anyway, and they won’t change their mind..

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

"After everything you've done... how will you sleep at night?"

"Next to my wife."

DAYUM Ody turned him into sushi and still managed to cook him

[mizz-sea-nymph]

Amphitrite reading the news paper: man 47, beats up a man with his own walking stick and kills 108 men with awakened super sayan, sex after wards is intense says dog.

Amphitrite: See this? This is the journalism that matters!

Poseidon standing there with stab wounds: 🧍‍♀️

Amphitrite: oh, well that’s new- good for you sweetie, want to see the pictures?

[blessedbyahuntress]

"Hopefully He Saw That"

A/N: I think I accidentally made Poseidon act more like the PJO version than the EPIC version 😅

Pairing: Poseidon x Reader x Ares

Warnings: None

Trope: Love triangle

Word Count: 710

You were the goddess of water in its natural state. In other words, the goddess of rainfall.

So of course, at another one of the stupid parties Olympians throw nearly every month, you sought out Poseidon again.

“Hey,” you said, sidling up to the god. 

“Hey,” Poseidon answered dejectedly, before turning his head to you. His eyes lit up as he realized it wasn’t another one of his sisters. 

“Oh!” He nearly yelped. “Hi, Y/N!”

You raised an eyebrow, having to tilt your chin up to look in his eyes; he stood, towering over you. 

You huffed, putting your hands on your hips in a rather sassy manner. “Two can play that game, Poseidon,” you said as you increased your height. 

Poseidon’s lips quivered in an attempt to hide his smile. He crossed his arms, growing taller as he smirked down at you.

It went on like this for a while, you and Poseidon fighting about who should be taller. 

Over at the wooden table, positioned in between Aphrodite and Hera, Ares spun a dagger on the surface. He wasn’t paying attention to the knife twirling in his grasp; his eyes were fixed on you and Poseidon. Well, mostly you. 

The war god finally ripped his gaze away to adjust the straps on his armor. 

Eros was studying the room with a playful glint in his eyes. The only reason he came to these parties was to play matchmaker. And the god of love and passion didn’t miss the look of longing on Ares’s face. He stretched on the marble pillar he was laying on, summoning his bow to his hands. 

Eros aimed the arrow at Ares’s heart, then hesitated. This was his mother’s lover- Aphrodite surely wouldn’t approve. 

As if she read his mind, the goddess of love looked up and met his eyes. Aphrodite gave a small nod, a smirk playing across her lips.  

Eros didn’t need any more encouragement. Grinning cheekily, he shot the invisible arrow straight at Ares’s heart. 

The reaction was almost immediate. 

The god stood abruptly, not bothering to push his chair in. He strutted in your direction as Poseidon grabbed your hand. Ares growled in frustration. 

You laughed a bit, allowing the god of tides to lead you in a dance. You grasped his shoulder with your other hand, Poseidon’s going to rest on your waist. 

You tsked.  “I’m disappointed,” you whispered. “I thought you knew I don’t like slow dances.”

“Who said it had to be slow?” Poseidon murmured, twirling you around. 

Saying that Ares’s anger issues burst to the surface would be an understatement; he punched Poseidon in the face.

The god of the sea stumbled back a step, hands releasing from your waist. He touched his nose, which was now bent in an odd shape. His eyes, glinting with unsuppressed rage, met Ares’s own, and Poseidon’s lips curled back in an ugly sneer. 

“Ares,” he growled, stalking toward the god of war. 

“Poseidon,” Ares spoke stiffly. 

You stepped in between the two gods as Poseidon raised his fist. 

“Stop.” 

Your voice unintentionally carried across the room, making even Zeus pause in his flirting. 

“I will not watch you two fight.” Your voice had deadly calm as you turned to Ares. “What the hell did you think you were doing, swinging at him like that?” You continued harshly. 

He only averted his gaze. 

You snorted as Poseidon wrapped his arms back around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. “He’s so obviously jealousy,” he whispered in your ear, breath tickling your neck. 

“It’s actually painful,” you agreed.

Ares huffed, backing away into the crowd. Unbeknownst to you, Poseidon stuck out his tongue at the retreating form of the war deity.  

You turned, putting your arms around Poseidon’s neck. 

“Is it not clear that you're mine?” 

Your breath hitched at the word ‘mine’. You knew that the god of the sea could be overprotective at times, but you couldn’t say that wasn’t one of the traits that attracted you to him.

You pretended to think about it before shrugging. “I guess not.”

Poseidon smirked, closing the small space that you’d been whispering into. 

When you pulled away for air, Poseidon rested his forehead against yours. “Hopefully he saw that.”

[kawaiigirly21]

EPIC THE MUSICAL FANFIC COMING SOON!!

Zeus x Oc x Poseidon (Art not mine!! It's Neal-Illustrator!! Check them out on YouTube or their Patreon!)

I have two plots I can't decide from

1. Zeus falls head over heels for a seemingly mortal princess only to find she's a demi-goddess and her father is Poseidon. He wants to ask for permission to do her but Poseidon is making it really difficult for obvious reasons

Orrrr

2. Both deities want this pretty little ocean nymph but they keep butting heads during the process of trying to court her. It doesn't help that she's what one would call a smooth brainer who often needs her sisters help with basic knowledge

[winxanity-ii]

EPIC: THE MUSICAL MASTERLIST

╰ ⌞🇲‌🇦‌🇮‌🇳‌-🇲‌🇦‌🇸‌🇹‌🇪‌🇷‌🇱‌🇮‌🇸‌🇹‌

⨂ TELEMACHUS

⨁ ODYSSEUS/ULYSSES

⨂ POLITES

⨁ AEOLUS

⨂ POSEIDON

⨁ DIOMEDES

⨁ HERMES

⨂ ARES

⨁ APOLLO

⨁ MULTI-SHIPS

[formerlyfandy]

*inhales*

where are all the poseidon x readers send post.

[shiggys-chapstick]

Get in the Water

Fem!Reader x RoR!Poseidon

16+

NO USE OF Y/N

TW/CW: TALK OF PHEROMONES AND CHEATING, SLIGHT DESCRIPTIONS OF SEX, GENERAL REVENGE, RAGE, AND VIOLENCE

Based off the song by Jorge Rivera-Herrans on TikTok

Word Count: 1.5 k words

The ocean is a fickle thing, and so are the deities that control it. From beauty and tranquility to savagery and destruction, the ocean can flip on a dime. Poseidon, God of the Sea, was the one responsible for that. His temper, his disgust for humans, his general distaste for everything that wasn't perfect, was easily seen as a reflection in the water.

They say that the ocean is composed of the Sea Goddess's tears, that she cried every time a life was lost to the ocean tyrant. You knew that Poseidon was dangerous, and that he was a bad man, but you couldn't help but love him. To you, he was kind, considerate, albeit cold most of the time you were in public together, but you couldn't fault him for his personality.

Though being the goddess of the sea, you didn't possess the ability to speak to the animals in your care, but you were able to read minds when thoughts were directed at you. Most of the time it wasn't a very useful power unless you were talking to an angry guppy, but it had its pros.

You resided in Poseidon's deep sea palace. While he took care of the more diplomatic measures, you ensured the safety of the ocean's inhabitants, fauna and flora and the like, including the servants and the nymphs. You hadn't seen much of your husband in recent months, but when you live forever, the human's concept of time is mere seconds for a god. You weren't worried about it, you thought you didn't need to be, but that's when you found him.

A few months ago...

Poseidon had told his wife that he would be in the heavens on official business, and to not worry about him if he was gone for an extensive length of time. This was not unusual for the god, seeing as he might as well have had his own palace in the heavens with how much he was there. If only he was honest about why he was going in the first place.

^^^^^^^^^^^^

The nymph that had tempted Hades before he married Persephone, Mynthe, had a sister, Meisha. Meisha was a beauty, kind and intelligent, as well as reserved, any god would have fallen for her, and they did. Meisha had a certain talent, releasing pheromones like a flower to attract her prey; it worked as a sort of aphrodisiac.

When Poseidon met Meisha, it was a few centuries ago, not long after you two were wed. Meisha had a large family. She was Mynthe's half sister, and the rest of her family wasn't Mynthe's problem. She needed to provide for them, but she didn't want to work for it, so what better way to care for her siblings then to live in a fucking palace. Meisha set her eyes on him, and her plan was set. She wanted the most powerful god wrapped around her finger, and she wanted the territory that came with him. She knew that with you in the way, the god would never fall for her on his own, and she wasn't powerful or influential enough to kill a goddess, so you were her main hindrance. She resorted to using her pheromones on the god, a slow, agonizing process for her.

The way Meisha's pheromones worked was that they enhanced her natural appeal and scent, making the victim's vision of her skewed, so she would be viewed as more sexually appealing to her prey, heightening the likelihood of them falling for her. To release the pheromones, it's not like a switch that she can turn on and off, she has to actively push it out of her body, which takes patience and precision, too much at one time and it could kill her.

When she met Poseidon, she started the process, releasing pheromones and flirting with him. Every time she saw him after their initial meeting, she would do the same thing, until Poseidon started seeking her out. Their rendezvous became more frequent, and more heated. Everything was going according to plan.

^^^^^^^^^^^^

Poseidon knew something was wrong the moment he met this nymph. Something about her unsettled him. He missed his wife's company, but he found himself unwillingly drawn to her. Meisha was like a parasite in his brain, driving him to do things he would never normally do, like sleep with another woman.

He didn't understand it, to think of his wife, the only being other than himself that he had ever loved, which he would never admit aloud, was becoming revolting to him, while the nymph gained attractiveness and appeal in his eyes. She was everything he wanted, all that he needed. He didn't need his wife, wait, why would he think that? What was his wife's name again? All he knew was that it wasn't Meisha.

Poseidon lost himself in her essence, drowning in his own despair. He felt something was wrong, his subconscious telling him that these feelings were not his own, that he should distance himself at all costs, but his body wouldn't allow him too. Poseidon had never had a high sex drive, but when he was around Meisha, he only thought with his dick.

He couldn't let his wife find out.

Present...

You had missed your husband, but you knew he would return soon. That was until your good friend Aphrodite invited you to her palace to stay, she needed help with something or another. When you read about going to the heavens, all you could think of was surprising Poseidon.

You had packed your things and made your way to the celestial realm. You had gotten settled in at the palace and you had told Aphrodite about going to see your husband. She was ecstatic. She knew about your husband's infidelity and did not want you to be oblivious any longer, she just wanted to be a good friend.

That was when you caught your husband fucking that nymph whore. Shock and dread filled you in that moment, he was so caught up in the deed that he didn't notice the door open, but Meisha did, and she knew just how to break you. She looked you dead in the eye and smirked, and then started moaning louder, encouraging Poseidon's wild thrusts. She started pumping out pheromones, making you sick and making him insane, pumping inside her like he needed it to survive.

What you weren't aware of is that he did. If the prey refused the directed pheromones, they die. That's why Poseidon felt so conflicted, and his subconscious was sending you a message, telling you everything he had learned and everything he felt, and how he had no control.

Your sorrow turned to rage. You tore your husband off Meisha and threw your cloak at him so he could cover up. You broke Meisha's concentration as you grabbed her, and her pheromone spell broke apart, releasing Poseidon. He felt guilt for the first time in his life at that moment. He had hurt the one thing he truly loved in a way that shouldn't be forgiving. He was shell shocked.

You dragged Meisha to the rocky pier overlooking the sea, just outside of the celestial gates. The skies darkened with your approach, swirling clouds and thunder struck, Meisha realized that she underestimated you, forgot that you weren't just the ocean god's housewife, but that you were a god yourself, and that she had fucked with the wrong person.

You walked to the end of the ledge and threw Meisha on the rocky floor.

"Get in the water.." You muttered, your eyes turning from their calm E/C to a glowing red with your rage. Meisha just stared at you, too frightened to move.

"Get in the water." You spoke, still quiet, but this time more commanding. Meisha still didn't move, frozen like a deer in headlights.

"Or I'll raise the tide so high, your little village will all die. Get in the water."

She didn't move, but she spoke.

"Stop this, please."

"Get in the water." You stalked closer to her, grabbing her jaw harshly in your grip, pulling her face towards yours.

"I'll make tidal waves so profound, both your sisters and your brothers will drown."

"NO!" She squealed, getting up in your face.

"THEN GET IN THE WATER!" You shouted, your hair floating as torrential downpour came in waves as the tide did in fact start to rise.

"GET IN THE WATER!" You screamed at her, she flinched back, involuntarily crawling closer to the edge.

"Don't mistake my threats for bluff, you have lived more than enough. Get in the water."

Meisha was sobbing now, screaming in terror as you continued to get closer. She stood up, trying to escape you. She stumbled as she reached the edge, desperately looking behind her before looking back at you, but you were already in front of her. You shoved her off the edge.

"Get in the water."

[peachyprophets-blog]

DROWNED LOVE. LET ME SEE YOU AGAIN...

Epic x reader

PART2

CW: Hint of death, EPIC spoiler warning, polyamorous relationship, female reader, English is not my first language.

Description: You are with Odysseus and his men in the war against Troy, you have known Odysseus for a long time. You are his steady partner and Penelope, Odysseus' wife, you have a committed relationship with each other. Since you are a warrior, you insisted on coming along to help in the fight.

PREV / PART 2

Reader POV:

When we attacked Troy, I stood on top of the walls and shot the Trojan soldiers with my arrows. I heard the screams of the soldiers who lost their lives in the fight for their kingdom. When Prince Hector fell and the battle began, everything seemed to stand still for a moment, all eyes were on the balcony that led to Prince Hector's chambers. When you turned your gaze to the balcony, you saw your captain and the man who made your heart beat faster. Odysseus of Ithaca, and in his arms he held something wrapped in a blanket, while you tried to make out what was wrapped in the blanket you heard a deep voice from nowhere warning that the child was a threat and that there would be no one to save if he let the child live. Child? Which child? This question was buzzing through your head until I realized what was in my captain's arms, a newborn. It was the son of Prince Hector, Astyanax. Before I could see anything else about the newborn I could hear Odysseus saying, "I'm just a man" to himself and the child. Before I could do anything else I just saw him let go of the fabric that the newborn was in, my gaze followed his path to death, not even a scream escaped the little boy as he got up and made his way into the underworld. I turned my gaze to the battlefield, all the soldiers and other members of Troy lay lifeless on the ground, the battle was won. I was standing right next to Poletis, a good friend of Odysseus and me, I slowly looked over at him, "it's done" I could just about manage to say, the pressure and burden that the war had weighed on all of us was lifting from us, the next goal was to go back home, to our homeland, back to Penelope and Telemachus. Poletis nodded at me before we walked from the wall to the others, we waited for Odysseus until he gave us his next instructions. We followed Odysseus on the way to the ships, when all the men were distributed to the ships, Odysseus gently took my hand and pulled me onto the ship. "I'm glad you're okay, now we just have to go back home and everything will be perfect" he said in a gentle tone as we stood next to each other. "Captain?" came the voice of Eurylochus, the second in command after a few days. "We've been on the road for days, the food is running low and the others are getting hungrier." His voice was filled with concern. Odysseus turned to him and discussed the next steps with him. I was lying in bed in Odysseus' cabin, not quite awake yet, I slowly sat up and got dressed. As I made my way onto the deck I heard Odysseus and Poletis on their way to explore an island. I was standing next to some men who were impatiently waiting for their captain and his best friend to return. As some men set out with Eurylochus to look for the two of them, a whole hour passed. When Odysseus returned with Eurylochus and a few men, I looked for Poletis, who was nowhere to be found. A bad feeling gripped my heart when I saw the red ribbon that Odysseus had tied around his forehead, which Poletis had actually worn. When everyone was on the ship, Odysseus, who was standing a little way away from me, called out, "Remember me, I am the reigning king of Ithaca, I am neither a man nor mythical. I am your darkest moment, I am the infamous ODYSSEUS." My world was spinning as the ship set sail again. I sat on the floor after Eurylochus had told me everything that had happened, from the lotus eaters to the Cyclops and Poletis's death. This information rocked my world, Poletis was a friend that no one could replace, he was there for me when I had problems, it was easy for him to make me smile, yet his way of seeing the world was ultimately dead. Eurylochus moved away from me to give me peace, I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice a frame of somone aproaching me.

A/N: HEYYY , I hope you liked my first Post, I already work on Part 2 so it would be nice of you say if you liked this one ;>

[calypso-apologist]

welcome to the best part of your life ♡

or rather, my little hyperfixation hole. i've wanted to make a blog since wisdom saga, but there was always something in the way. but now that the ithaca saga is out (still fangirling about it ngl), i decided to finally do it!!

for those of you who don't know me, hi! i'm nosferatu (also known as mary or @nosferatu-inside-of-me) and i like to write fanfics. more specifically, character x reader fanfics. i am also a helpol pagan and a huge mythology nerd, so epic obviously pulled me in. and what does that mean? i need to write.

and here's a small list of who i will write for:

gods:

Zeus

Poseidon

Hermes (with inclusions of the silly little Hermes tiktoks)

Apollo

Hephaestus

Ares

Aeolus (remembering that the musical still calls Aeolus a he!!)

goddesses/nymphs:

Athena (platonic only)

Aphrodite

Hera (platonic only)

Circe

Calypso

mortals:

Odysseus

Polites

Telemachus

Antinous

Penelope

if you're convincing enough, you can probably get me to add other characters in, too. i will most likely be including some personal headcanons inspired by the myths. modern au is cool with me, too.

i can write both sfw and nsfw stuff. i'm especially fond of yandere content. i make character.ai bots sometimes, so those can happen, too. if you ask nicely.

obvious dni:

terfs

zionists

pedo/zoophiles

homophobes, transphobes, fatphobes, anyone like that

myth literalists

i don't care about minors, i'm not your parent, you can interact with the content, just don't try to get personal with me.

ps: i don't have a masterlist. i don't plan to make one.

[kupidachillea]

Could we have more Olympians x Reader? Maybe some slight nsfw and perhaps some time with Apollo?

Olympians x You (Hcs or imagines )

Author note: I usually do SFW but that doesn’t mean I don’t occasionally do NSFW if it’s light or not full on smut. I don’t think I’m brave enough for that and if I did I’d make a separate blog for it😭🙏 but I hope you enjoy

TW (trigger warning):This may have a few Yandere themes in it. And while the Olympians themselves aren’t really yanderes- they do share similar tendencies considering their myths. Please note that this isn’t completely accurate to their mythology- but it’s just a bit of fun so please take no offence and be nice in the comments.

CW (content warning)⚠️: readers either18+ (to read this I mean). This work contains NSFW themes, mentions of nudity, molesting and sexual harassment and assault, non-con, dubcon, toxic behaviour. General (hinted) Yandere behaviour, feeding of bodily fluids (blood[?])Reader’s discretion is advised.

⚠️ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE ⚠️

🏺- You had been growing use to it..if that was the right term. Perhaps not ‘use to’ it but more along the lines of growing more accustomed to it. Being on Olympus wasn’t exactly all fun and games.

🪡- But of course you weren’t allowed to complain about it. You certainly weren’t allowed to complain when one of them would suddenly just pick you up and take you to their chambers. You already knew what that meant.

🏺- You’d find yourself pinned under one more more god, their hands caressing your body, their teeth leaving deep marks that you wouldn’t dream of calling ‘love bites’ there wasn’t nothing ‘loving’ about those bites. No matter how much they preach and repeat it.

🪡- Some days it would be one god after the other, other times you’d get a break. But there’s only some much a human can go through. One moment you’d be in the garden or somewhere with Hermes, his lips on your nether regions, sucking and licking at you while another moment you’d be bounced up and down on Ares while Aphrodite made out with you.

🏺- It made your head spin at times. Most times you were scared, who wouldn’t? It’s not like the men here had manhoods that looked anything like human..maybe an enough to look familiar in shape but still. Zeus was one such example, you actually remember begging him not to go through with it- afraid that the thing between his legs would split you in half but he would only laugh and hike your legs over his shoulders and whisper: “It’s okay little mortal.. we’ll do this as much times as we need for you to get accustomed to my size..”

🪡- Those words alone sent a shiver down your spine at the time. After that you weren’t able to walk properly for a few days. Not that the gods care, most of them found it funny. To see their little pet struggling to walk after such intense intimacy. “Poor thing, can’t even walk properly.” Poseidon would coo while watching you carefully ease yourself into the pool of water.

🏺- The sight alone made him excited and decided at that moment he wanted to help you ‘relax’…it wasn’t very relaxing to you. You would whimper as he sunk under the water and immediately attracted his lips to your hole.

🪡- Of course there were many instances like this but there were times where they did leave you alone and you did get time to yourself. Today was one of those days.

🏺- You were sat outside in the garden, fiddling with flowers and and grass blades. It was quiet for awhile and you actually had time to reflect on everything you’ve experienced. Sometimes it was good, other times it was bad..very bad and thought the Olympians tried to make you feel comfortable, you think that they don’t necessarily understand the word.

🪡- While you were thinking, you didn’t notice someone approaching you until a shadow of a man was cast over your body, blocking out the sun. You already knew it was one of the Olympians but you didn’t know which one until he spoke and that’s when you turned around.

🏺- “Ah, there you are, mortal..” Apollo spoke, a bright smile on his face as he crouched down next to you. “Relaxing in the garden I see..” He would mutter and you immediately got an off vibe..he wants something. As most of the gods did when they approached or summoned you, regardless you nodded to his statement as you fiddled with a petal of one of the asters that were growing in the garden.

🪡- Apollo smiled in response before speaking once more. “That’s good, that’s good..but perhaps you could relax with me? We could go to my chambers where no one would bother us…” The golden haired god spoke, his voice smooth as he held your chin between his larger fingers. You tried your best not to seem apprehensive at his request but you couldn’t exactly deny him..could you? You opened your mouth to try and voice your opinion but Apollo spoke before you.

🏺- “Please, my dear?” He pouted a bit, trying to make you agree and after a mental back and forth you reluctantly agreed. This made Apollo beam and he wasted no time in picking you up and dashing over to his quarters.

☀️.🎵.☀️.🎵.☀️.🎵.☀️.🎵.☀️.🎵.☀️.🎵.☀️.🎵.☀️.🎵.☀️.🎵.☀️

☀️- After Apollo got you situated and ‘comfortable’ in his room, he laid on the bed in the spot next to you.

🎵- You were quiet as you fiddled with your chiton and he tilted his head curiously. “Relax, my dear. It’s just us..” He spoke.. you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t the slightest bit charming. Apollo would shuffle closer to you and wrap his arms around your body. His fingers moving to caress your skin causing you to tense up a bit.

☀️- Apollo figured you’d still be apprehensive, but he thought he could get you to loosen up a bit. And so he continued to gently feel up your body, trying to coax you to relax a bit.

🎵- You were going to protest about the touching but Apollo quickly covered your lips with his own. He did this on purpose..wanting to silence your words that might ruin the moment. Your eyes widened and on instinct you tried to push him away, but he kept himself firmly against you. Kissing your lips and letting out a soft groan as his hand slipped under your chiton.

☀️- You obviously flinched, letting out a muffled squeak that caused the deity of light to chuckle. He could tell you were starting to slowly give in and kiss back, even if he could still feel the anxious beats of your heart. He decided to take things a step further.

🎵- Pinning you down to his bed and and moving his fingers to your hole. Teasingly rubbing his thumb over the opening as he moved his lips over to your neck, placing gently kisses as you whimpered. He then slowly fed you one of his fingers and bit his bottom lip at how your body tensed and gripped his index finger. He could never get tired of the way your body felt.

☀️- “There you go…that’s it…~” He would purr before adding another finger and scissoring your entrance then slowly pumping his fingers in and out. Curling them and stroking the spot inside you he knew would make you cry out. Your back arched a you whined, calling out his name as your hands immediately reached to grab for something..anything.

🎵- Apollo grinned and kissed your lips once more..adding a third fingers and moving them at a steady pace..not hard enough to hurt but not too slow either. All this was getting to him too but he wanted to focus on you mainly. For now at least…

☀️- He had you twitching and shivering from all the pleasure and the deity had drawn a few climaxes from you as well. You were panting and out of breath by the time he was done and he finally gave you a break..removing his fingers from your women out hole as he peppered your cheek with kisses.

🎵- “Mmm..such a pretty mortal..you did so well…you deserve a reward..” He would say before firmly pressing his lips against yours once more. At first you thought it was just a normal passionate kiss..but you suddenly felt a liquid like substance run down your tongue and down your throat.

☀️- Your eyes slightly widened as a slight burning feeling started to engulf your body. Your hands immediately reaching to try and push Apollo away, but he just groaned softly and caged your body between him and the bed. His tongue running over yours, sucking on the wet muscle and coating it with more of the golden liquid..

🎵- The more of this liquid he fed you the more your body started to feel like it was burning from the inside out. Your heart beating faster as the substance dribbled and leaked from the corner of your mouth. Tears burning in your eyes as you ingested every last drop he gave you.

☀️- Soon enough your heart stopped as you let out a muffled cry while Apollo gently rubbed your hips..pulling his lips away from yours and whispering that you’d be okay. He held you in his arms as you laid ‘dead’ for a minute or so before your heart started to beat once more; and Apollo smiled.

🎵- It was done..he had fed you his immortal blood..his ichor and now you’d never die. Or maybe you did..your old self..but that doesn’t matter now. What matters is that you’d never be able to escape them ever again..not even in death…they made sure of that.

Author note: Oof, sorry this took a long while. I’ll admit I wasn’t very focused and I procrastinated a bit. But on top of that I had things at home doing. Though I’m glad I finished it, usually if things take this long I like to post screenshots to show ppl I haven’t forgotten. I was just so slow to get this out. Sorry again but I hope this is to your liking, Anon! And to everyone else.

[betterthanyalls]

hiiiiii soooooo i'm sorry i've been dead for a while. School has formally decided that it will ruin me. So, after a dozen mental breakdowns and episodes of spiraling, i think i got my motivation back! Also, more big news, I may get to sing a solo for my school's choir concert!!! I'm so happy and I hope you guys enjoy this. I made it for a christmas bucket list but also to help improve my will to write :D and dw, a part 2/interlude of the 'Stolen Soldier' is coming soon!!!

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Christmas Department

Post Vengeance Saga!Poseidon x Reader

EPIC: The Musical ~ Oneshot ~ Crackshot

Words: 229

Published: 12/4/2024

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“I wish Odysseus killed me,” Poseidon grumbled with a heaved sigh. Working in Ithaca’s most famed department store during Christmas was crazy and tiring. A duck quacked in the exhausted worker's face before walking off the treadmill register and morphing into a wall. Poseidon began sobbing and wailing.

“WHY MEEEEEE!!! MY POOR DUCK AND WIFE!!!!” The wife in question was a cookie sat on top of the cash register. Lighting struck the mushroom aisle, murdering all the old people instantly. The god sighed again, knowing a hundred broccoli people would complain about the weather. 

Suddenly the doors burst open with a ginormous explosion. In the smoke stood a famed figure of being radical. Y/n L/n. 

“Nya~! Poseidon-senpai~!” They called with their signature cat paws. Poseidon's eyes became hearts as he began floating up and drooling as an ocean fell from his mouth and evaporated on Y/n’s hotness.

“My kitten, my toots, my mwah mwah meowsies,” Poseidon praised like the papi he was. 

Slowly before his eyes, Y/n began morphing into something. Their posture bent as their mouth elongated and their nose grew bigger. A dog. Y/n became a dog.

“RUFF RUFF MEOW ARF ARF!” Poseidon grinned and hopped around in joy like a kawaii e-girl. 

“Let’s go trim a tree!” Poseidon grabbed Y/n’s legs and ran off somewhere.

Sigh, young love. So beautiful.

[antinousletmehit]

Could you do a Poseidon x fem mermaid reader where she helps him in the aftermath of 600 strike PLEASE!!! I’m desperate for this to be written 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

୨୧┇Poseidon x fem!reader

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When you arrived at the secluded grotto, the sight that greeted you made your heart sink. Poseidon sat slumped against the smooth wall of his underwater sanctuary, his trident propped up beside him. His normally imposing figure seemed diminished, his pale skin marred with deep gashes and his breathing labored. The wounds on his torso and arms glowed faintly, leaking divine ichor that mingled with the seawater like golden smoke.

You hesitated for only a moment before swimming closer.

“Poseidon,” you said softly, your voice carrying through the water like a gentle melody. “I’ve brought something to help.”

He opened his eyes slowly, the stormy blue of his gaze meeting yours. Despite his pain, his expression softened ever so slightly at the sight of you. “Little one,” he rumbled, his voice deep and resonant, “why are you here? This is no place for a delicate creature like you.” You frowned, settling beside him. “Delicate or not, I’m not leaving you like this. Someone has to patch you up, and it looks like it’ll have to be me.”

Poseidon’s lips twitched into a faint smirk, but he didn’t protest as you carefully unwrapped the herbs and seaweed. He watched you work in silence as you began cleaning his wounds, your gentle hands moving with practiced care. “What happened?” you asked after a while, glancing up at him.

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, he didn’t answer. “Odysseus,” he said finally, his voice laced with bitterness. “The mortal thought himself clever enough to challenge a god. He got the better of me…this time.” You winced at the anger in his tone, but you didn’t let it distract you. “You’ll recover,” you said firmly, wrapping a particularly nasty gash with a strip of kelp. “And then you can…I don’t know, throw a tidal wave at him or something.”

Poseidon chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated through the water. “You’ve got a wicked streak, don’t you?” You smiled shyly, your fingers brushing against his skin as you adjusted one of the wraps. “Maybe I’ve been spending too much time around you.” His gaze lingered on you for a moment, and you felt the weight of it like the press of a current. “You’re bold,” he said, his voice softer now. “Few would dare to touch a god, let alone lecture him.”

You shrugged, focusing on tying off another bandage. “You’re not just a god to me,” you said quietly. “You’re Poseidon. You’ve always protected me, always looked out for my kind. It’s my turn to look out for you.” Poseidon was silent for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a gentleness that surprised you, he reached out and cupped your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. “You’re a curious one,” he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. “Perhaps it’s no wonder I’ve always been drawn to you.”

Your heart fluttered, and you quickly looked away, focusing on the last of his wounds. “Don’t get all sentimental on me now,” you said, trying to lighten the mood. “Just rest,” you said, finishing your work. “You’ll need your strength for whatever comes next.” Poseidon closed his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. “Whatever comes next,” he repeated, his voice a soft rumble. “I’ll face it.”

You stayed by his side as he drifted into a peaceful slumber, the waters around you calm and still, as if the ocean itself were holding its breath.

[blessedbyahuntress]

Blessed by a Trickster

Chapter Nine: I Never Thought my Last Words Would be That Stupid

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A/N: Guys this chapter is so short 😭

Warnings: I changed so many of the lyrics of this song to fit the storyline better

Word Count: 750

Listen to: Ruthlessness

“Poseidon,” Odysseus breathed.

The man standing on the rocky shore of the island raised his trident, grey hair billowing in the leftover wind that was released from the bag.

“In all my years of living, it isn’t very often that I get pissed off.” Even from the ship you could still hear the voice of the imposing god. “I try to chill with the waves, but damn you crossed the line.”

You watched, frozen as Poseidon floated through the water toward your ship. “I’ve been so gracious, and yet you hurt the son of mine.” He smiled at your fearful expression. “That’s right. The cyclops you made die, was mine.”

“No,” you and Odysseus said in unison, both your voices laced with disbelief.

It was like that single word summoned the god, because he appeared right in front of you. You scrambled back as Poseidon continued in his booming voice, “I’m left without a choice, and without a doubt. Guess the pack of wolves is swimming with the shark now.” He swept his trident to the right, and several figures rose above the ship- six wolves made out of water, trying to swim while a shark circled the pack.

“I gotta make you bleed, I need to see you drown.” The god’s words cut through the visual, and you raised your forearm to block the water droplets that rained down. “But before you go, I need to make you learn how ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves.”

You took another step back, and then there were two, quite solid things- going shoulder to shoulder with you.

You looked around wildly and breathed a sigh of relief when you realized it was Polites and Eurylochus, both pointing their swords at the god that stood before you. 

Poseidon only sneered at the sight of the blades. He turned his attention to Odysseus, who was now unprotected.

“You are the worst kind of good, ‘cause you’re not even great,” Poseidon said, circling the captain. “A Greek who reeks of false righteousness- that’s what I hate! ‘Cause you fight to save lives, but never get the job done.” He raised a hand and curled it into a fist. “I mean you totally could’ve avoided all this, had you not killed my son. But no.”

Polites could see you shaking and turned you toward him gently. “Open arms,” he told you softly.

“No,” you replied in the same low voice as him. “That won’t work here.”

Your attention was jolted back to Poseidon as the god said, “Now it is finally time to say goodbye. Today, you die. Unless, of course, you apologize for my son's pain and all his cries.”

“Poseidon, we meant no harm,” you tried. “We only killed him to disarm him.”

Odysseus, nodding, added, “we took no pleasure in his pain. We only wanted to escape.”

Poseidon stopped and narrowed his eyes at the both of you. “The line between naivety and hopefulness is almost invisible. So close your heart the world is dark.”

The god raised his trident. “Die!” He screamed, bringing the butt of the trident down on the floor of the ship.

Almost instantly, geysers of water shot up and around the other ships of the fleet. You stumbled to the railing, knees weak from the thought of the deaths you might have caused. You could hear panicked screeching coming from the helms of the ships. “Captain! Captain! Captain! Captain!”

Poseidon waved his hand and all went quiet.

“What have you done?” Odysseus whispered, looking out at the destruction. The only thing left of the rest of the fleet were a few sinking sails and floating floorboards. 

“Forty three left under your command.” You could practically see the proud smirk on Poseidon’s face without turning around.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, and you glanced behind you, shocked; the hand belonged to Poseidon. “I am your darkest moment,” the god murmured. “The monster that always draws near.”

He raised his voice and took his hand off of your shoulder. “Any last words?” He asked grudgingly.

You had been eyeing the bag for a while, and now you lunged forward. “All I gotta do is open this bag!” You said triumphantly, untying the rope and flinging it open.

“What?” Poseidon thundered, but you were already speeding off on the newly summoned winds, leaving the god and his island behind.

You slumped back, closing your eyes and releasing a sigh of relief.

You wondered if you imagined the, “remember me…”

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