#record of ragnarok fanfic

[cafeinthemoon]

It's been a while since I last updated this ff and as time passed my feelings towards it changed a bit. But I'd like to know what you think about it. Should I continue it now or should I leave it aside and focus on other stuff? Let me know!

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Sneak Peek of 'Candy Coated' Chapter Ten:

[roguerambles]

Make Love, Not War

Record of Ragnarök - Leonidas x Reader x Apollo

Warnings - 18+ Only. Adult Situations.

This is just pure silliness based on an anon from @rukia-writes

(...but seriously, I'll be disappointed if we lose them both now--)

Enjoy the rambles!

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"You invited him?!"

Leonidas was strong. Very strong. You very much liked how very strong he was, especially when he directed that strength into extremely pleasurable pursuits.

But right now you were throwing your entire body against his delightfully broad chest in a futile attempt to stop him from launching himself at Apollo.

Apollo sipped from his chalice, peering thoughtfully at you as Leonidas snarled wordless insults under his breath. "I wasn't aware you were inviting the brute, either."

"Will you both listen to me?" Your feet slipped against the floor as Leonidas pushed with the strength of a colossus, and you grasped at his shoulders in a bid to get his attention. "I want to--"

You were cut off by Leonidas's arm sweeping under you, yanking you roughly into the air. You yelped and grabbed at his shoulders as he practically tossed you onto the nearby bed, before continuing his warpath towards the Sun God. "You shouldn't have come here, Apollo."

The Spartan spat his name like a curse, and Apollo tossed his chalice aside carelessly, rising to his feet with a sharp sneer on his flawless face. "And why not? What will you do about--"

They were both angry and terrifying and hot and you were impatient. "By the Fates!" You yelled, pushing yourself onto your knees. "Will you both knock it off and fuck me already?!"

Both men's heads snapped in your direction simultaneously.

"What--?"

"Have you lost your damn mind--?"

You were determined, however. You stood up on the bed - the soft, wide, unjustifiably unused bed you intended to do many, many things on with the two glorious specimens of manhood in front of you - and grabbed at the helm of your tunic. "Take off your clothes." You ordered, yanking the fabric over your head.

Apollo and Leonidas stared at you, expressions blank. You wriggled out of your bottoms, smiling smugly to yourself as you caught their gazes wandering, a telling darkening in their eyes. You dropped down onto the bed, glaring up at them challengingly as quiet hung over the room.

Leonidas broke the silence first. "I'm not sharing you with him--"

"Your clothes are still on." You interrupted. Leonidas scoffed, shaking his head, his eyes flickering towards Apollo. The Sun God looked between you and Leonidas, and you were pleased to notice the way his eyes trailed over your form, before running over Leonidas with an unmistakable spark of appreciation.

Leonidas clearly noticed too, and bristled somewhat. "You aren't serious--"

Apollo shrugged, then began to slip from his clothes. He had a more slender build than Leonidas, but his body was sculpted to perfection, like one of those ancient statues made flesh. "I know two gods at once might be...intimidating for a mortal..."

Leonidas growled, and for a moment you feared he would swing at his rival. Instead he grabbed the helm of his shirt and tugged it roughly over his head, tossing it aside. The exquisite musculature of his body on display as he tugged at his belt, the powerful muscle of his arms and abdomen flexing and contracting with every movement. Both you and Apollo were staring. "Just try to keep up."

Both men turned to you then, their expressions reminiscent of hungry lions eyeing a particularly delectable gazelle.

You were pleased with their progress.

-

"Apollo? Apollo, open up!"

Ares banged his large fist against the door, while Hermes watched from behind him, frowning thoughtfully.

"I cannot believe it!" Ares growled under his breath, pausing in his actions to turn to Hermes with an indignant look. "He's going to miss the fight!"

Apollo was always a bit...flighty, but Hermes highly doubted he would simply skip out on something to deeply important. The pride of the entire Greek Pantheon was on the line, after all. "Perhaps he--"

The door swung open, and a very grumpy, very naked King Leonidas of Sparta stood in the doorway, his expression thunderous. "What?" He demanded, as though he were not addressing two sons of Zeus himself.

...Hermes could not think of what to say, while Ares spluttered in shocked confusion. Clearing his throat, Hermes tried to regain his bearings. Had they somehow come to the wrong room? But why was Leonidas not ready either--?

A familiar pair of arms slid around Leonidas's waist, along with a familiar head of golden hair coming to rest on his shoulder. "What are you doing?" Apollo mumbled, leaning in to press his lips against Leonidas's neck. "Come back to bed...they're quite eager for more...oh, hello Hermes. Ares."

....whatever Hermes had been expecting, it wasn't this. "Apollo...?" He began slowly, watching Leonidas's frown deepen, but he made no attempt to move himself from Apollo's embrace. "We...the Round will begin soon--"

"Oh, that's off." Apollo said cheerfully, reaching around Leonidas to grasp the doorframe. "Find someone to take our places. The three of us would rather not be disturbed."

"Three of you--Apollo--!"

"Thank you!"

The door swung shut once more. Hermes stared at it blankly, while Ares appeared to have been genuinely struck dumb, gawking at the empty space in front of him.

Hermes had no idea how he was going to explain this to Zeus.

[44ryder]

Ummm….I’m kinda in love with my book cover🥺😫💙💙💙💙

Title: A lion’s love

*also, I forgot this weekend was a holiday so the book will be first published on Tuesday, on wattpad!*

[buterccup]

Ocean child tears

A/N: The fight may not be in the right order- but I hope you all still enjoy it!

summary: Being the adopted child of the one and only Poseidon made a lot of people think you were just as cold-hearted as the Ocean tyrant. But during the third round of Ragnarok, and you witness something that you wished so many times to be a sick joke, the humans and gods finally saw who you were.

Warnings: Angst, death, blood, gore, swearing, slight comfort at the end?, Gn! reader.

Character(s): Poseidon x Young demigod! Reader(Platonic)

It was almost time for the third round, of what you thought were pointless battles. Even though the humans were reckless, greedy, wrathful, and pitiful you never saw a need to kill them all. You were human too. Well, Half.

And that was one of the reasons why you wondered why the almighty Poseidon took you under his wing. He despised humans so why would he accept you. But you digress, you were very grateful to him.

At first, of course, Poseidon had the reoccurring thought of killing you but since you were half god as well he thought otherwise. But the longer you followed him like a lost puppy the more he seemed to tolerate your presence than hate it then enjoyed it more than he used to tolerate it. He seemed to give you everything your non-existent parents couldn't. But one thing that you wished didn't come along with you once he adopted you was the simultaneous agreement from everyone else around you that you were just like him. Which was annoying, to say the least.

And you hated that fact that he was going to be fighting in the next match.

"Hey, [Name]~...[Name]. [Name]!"

"Has it started already?!"

"What? no- not yet anyways. But you have to stop daydreaming in these hallways." Loki's voice would tease you, a hint of annoyance in his voice after seeing you in the same spot he'd seen you the past 3 times beforehand. And although you were a halfling, as Loki likes to call it, you both surprisingly got along well. Sometimes.

You did nothing but let out a chuckle and look at Loki with a tired look, a churning feeling in your stomach starting to grow, and before you could say anything of your own the Norse god began to walk down the hallway with a smug smile on his face.

"Come on now, we don't want to be late for your Father's grand entrance!"

"Yeah, I'm coming."

You were a couple steps behind the god mischief as you entered the concrete box where the more important gods and goddesses sat, and if you were going to be honest with yourself you didn't know if you should be allowed to be sitting next to any of them.

"[Name], darling! You took quite a while to come back, are you alright?" Aphrodite's soft voice would call out to you as you took your seat next to Ares, the unshakeable feeling in your stomach getting worse once she asked.

"I'm fine, just fine..." you managed to mutter out, slouching back into your chair as you placed a hand on your stomach, Heimdall's booming voice grabbing man and maker's attention.

"...WELCOME TO ROUND THREE OF RAGNAROK!" Heimdall continued to speak like he was preaching as you started to smile a little, everything about him making him a great hype man in fights like these.

Hermes, being one if not the only person to see you smile, causing the smug servant to chuckle behind his hand.

"-SO LET'S BRING OUT OUR NEXT CHALLENGER!" this announcement makes you sit up properly in your seat this time, eager to see your father in the arena in the middle.

"HERE COMES GOD WARRIOR THREE! IT'S TIME TO GET WET!!" the last sentence Heimdall made causing you to look over at Loki to see if he made any reaction until the crashing of waves and the blinding light of a spotlight overtook your senses.

The water splits in two as you finally got to see your father making his way to the island arena, your eyes sparkling and your lips pulling up in a proud smile. You were very lucky that you had him as your father and you believed that no human, whoever it may be, would bring him to his knees.

Then the representative for the humans entered the stage from a wooden boat. And you must say he looked strong. Well as strong as an old man could look. And just like your father, Heimdall gave him too an amazing intro. So greatly spoken in fact that sometimes you wondered what side he was on.

Once the match officially started and your father's trident finally pierced through the Asian man's skin every god started to cheer for him. And who were you to not join in too? Causing the Gods in the spectator box to turn to your cheering figure. The only unfazed deities being Hermes and Loki. But once Poseidon turned around to give every single God that cheered for his victory a deadly glare for silence it went dead quiet, the only voice that could be heard though was yours.

The newer and uninformed gods and goddesses muttering words of shock.

"Who do they think they are?.."

"They're going to die!"

"They've done it now..."

"They must be important to be there but..."

"I've never seen a god like them before."

"It's because they're not..."

"Huh?"

But to say the least, everyone was shocked to see someone such as yourself ignore the almighty tyrant of the seas. But to their surprise, his gaze was much softer when he looked up at you before focusing on the battle. Leaving you unharmed with no threats thrown your way.

"Lord Poseidon!"

You were clearly showing off the perks of being his child.

"Father Poseidon! Papa!"

"What is it, child?" Poseidon called out to you with a sigh as you ran up to him with a face of pure joy, something clearly in your hands, the closer you got the clearer how wet they were. Bringing them up to him with such pride as you wave them in his face, small droplets of water landing on his face.

"A gift papa Poseidon!" you proudly state as your hands shake but soon stopped as you squeezed your hands tighter. "Lord...But a gift? Show me, child." he reminded you quietly but that didn't stop him from wanting to know what you have gotten him.

And with no hesitation, you showed the god his gift. A... baby Pacu fish? At first, the tyrant was confused and somewhat worried but once he looked longer at the false piranha look alike he knew he didn't need to be too worried.

He just picked up the poor creature and put it back in a water pool next to him.

"Do you like it? It's so cute!" he would then hear you ask, your bright smile never leaving your small chubby face as you stared into the body of water, watching the baby fish swim around. "Yes. It's nice. But you can't just pick up random fishes." he then says, not wanting you to pick up something that could harm you, as he grips his trident and bonked you on the head with the flat side of it gently. The coldness of the metal comforts you.

"ehe! Okay, papa oh- Lord Poseidon!"

"Good...Well done, child."

It was mid-way through the third round, and the prideful smile you had before had been replaced with a worried frown the human had been dodging every single attack, almost like Adam, but less flawlessly. Seemingly memorized every single movement and attack of your father in his head.

The uncomfortable feeling from before crawling back into your stomach haunts you, not even seeing your father striking back a the man making it go away. Your thoughts racing. And you felt your heart drop once you saw that the man, Kojiro Sasaki, finally drew blood. Shocking almost every god watching.

"Oh my..." you heard Aphrodite say from behind her hand as she looked down at the battle while your brows furrowed, a serious look in your eyes. "It's going to be fine." you would just repeat to yourself as you gripped the arms of your chair, a cold sweat forming on your forehead.

"It's going to be fine." your father says and he fixes your robes and started to walk in front of you. His face held a deadpanned expression but his words help sincere encouragement and comfort. It was your first time going with him to see how he did his job.

Most of the time for you, you stayed in his home and watched things from the window in your room, so you were very nervous but excited to come along with him.

"But...father...Lord Poseidon.." you then called out to the large man as you tried to keep up with him, hearing you call out for him causing him to stop and turn around to your younger figure. Clear worry in your eyes than excitement, "I'm a half-human father...what if-"

"Silence child, if you think that you are idiotic and I shouldn't have taken you in. But I'm sure you don't." Poseidon's voice boomed, strong and harsh like the vast waves of the sea, your head dropping down. "You are half-god too, child. Never forget that." he then continued, no matter how harsh his voice may sound it was overflowing with warmth and care. Even if it was hard to tell.

All you did was look up at him with a smile and nod your head, feeling the nervousness and insecurity fade away as Poseidon lifted his trident and placed the flat side gently on your head. Everything in his stance while he did that radiated pride. Pride for you.

"Now hurry, I have a lot to do."

"Yes, Lord Poseidon."

You could feel your heart in your throat as you watched the human try striking your father again but it almost felt like everything went quiet once the man's weapon got snapped into two like a twig and Heimdall's voice boomed out once again.

The worried murmurs and quiet sobs came from the humans. You felt pity for them, of course, they were going to be erased but you couldn't help but feel happy that your father was going to live. Until Kojiro picked up his blade and the fragments started to glow a beautiful green.

"Is he..."

"Oh?"

"Amazing..."

Everything felt like a blur until you saw a familiar crimson color come from your father's skin. An uncontrollable fear crawls up your spine. You knew if your father saw how you were acting right now he would be disappointed.

You tried so hard to keep calm, knowing that in the end Poseidon will win this fight but then another strike from the human's divine weapon tasted blood again, soon making Poseidon almost drenched in blood after a while.

You couldn't help but whimper out of fear, anger, and resentment towards the people that took the only person that truly looked out for you. Your whimpers soon turn to loud gasps with every injury then finally a scream. Poseidon's arm was cut clean off of his arm.

"Lord...LORD POSEIDON!" you screamed out once again the Gods seated next to you had an expression full of shock. They had never, in all their time seen you shout with such emotion. But you paid no mind to it as your face contorted into a one of pure fear as you watched your father's arm get chopped clean off and body get sliced.

That's when it happened. The human, Sasaki Kojiro, managed to make the mighty Poseidon fall. This must have been a bad dream. That sentence kept going on repeat in your head as you placed your hands on your head and gripped tightly onto your hair. Frightened whimpers soon morphed into sobs and cries but your eyes remained dry.

This must've been how it felt for Adam's family, for the whole of humanity. It felt like your heart had just been ripped from your chest after you'd been beaten and choked. But worse. Meanwhile, the gods just stared in shock, the whole god's side of the arena was silent apart from your sobs.

"Pose...FATHER POSEIDON!" you suddenly screamed as tears finally started to run down your face once Poseidon fell to the ground. All you could do was reach out to him. Hoping, praying that he would somehow get up.

"GET UP! PLEASE!"

The deities just looked at you with pity as your tears started to fall down into the water below, your cries being covered by the cheers of the humans.

You honestly couldn't handle the scene anymore. You couldn't bear to see your father turn into shards of nothingness, never to be seen again. Because unlike him, you were weak. Emotionally anyway.

So before anything else could happen you picked up your pitiful figure from leaning on the stone railing and walked away from the area.

"[Name] wait where are you..."

"Leave them be Loki."

They couldn't really blame you for walking out like that. Although you were wondering how your father would have reacted, seeing you like that. You knew you shouldn't be thinking this way or letting yourself drown in your tears you knew-

"[Name]."

"Hercules?" you then mumbled, as you wiped a tear away as the coldness you felt before was overcome with a never-ending warmness. Your eyes meet Hercules's sympathetic ones as he let your sorrows wash away.

You always wanted to learn how to whistle the tune of  Medusa Alope Demeter.

Requests: Open

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Resonance [Chapter One] Fate [Qin Shi Huang]

A/n: this will be a short story collection. I will put the masterlist out shortly. Please enjoy. Let me know if you'd like to be tagged. The updates for this might be slow.

Warning(s): gender-neutral reader, Greek lore, questioning worth, lucid dreams, soulmate au.

No Minors Allowed!!

This is a dream. 

You know because you've had it before, more times than you would like to admit. And like those times before, it always ends the same way; with you on your side, writhing in sheer pleasure as someone wrecks you beyond reason.

It is realistic and carnal, as though it is not a dream. You can feel every single thing; the surges of pleasure and the rise and fall of their chest on your back as they thrust into you. It is no wonder you wake up each time a needy, hot mess, wanting more.

This morning is no different.

When you come to, the first thing you feel is the lingering touch on your heated skin, a phantom sensation that tickles your sex. However, they soon fade and yet again you are left with an itch you can not quite scratch. It is infuriating. You have tried, whether it be bringing someone back to your room or masturbating. No matter how enjoyable either is, neither of them compares to the phantom in your dreams. 

There is just something unique about them. It is the best sex you've ever had and that is truly sad. 

With a frustrated sigh, you leave your warm bed and go into the bathroom to wash up. Helios waits for no one, already bringing light into the world with his chariot. You can feel its warm rays pour through your window as you prepare. Once you are dressed, you leave the room and wander outside to take in the fresh flower-scented air. Chloris, the goddess of flowers appears to have visited. The sweet scent permeates your senses, inciting a hum. 

You rush down the stairs from your remote palace and pace across Olympus to the dwelling of your mentor. The Goddess of hearth and home had been kind enough to take you on as her mentee the moment you came to live here. 

No, you are not one of the main twelve, but during the Gigantomachy, a war between the Greek Gods and the Giants, led by Gaia, you had done much to assist Zeus and as a reward, he had granted you residence on the mountain, a generous offer that you could not decline, for you had no real purpose before as a lesser deity.

But now I do.

At the edge of the mountain overlooking the town of Litochoro, you come to a two-floor stone villa. Various Bosnian pines surround the house and to the side is a fenced-in pig pen. You walk up to the door and let yourself in, as Hestia had instructed many times before, hurrying into the living room where a gorgeous fireplace sits.

Picking up a bronze lantern decorated with a key pattern from the mantle, you ignite the lantern with a wooden stick using the flames in the fireplace, then you attach it to your belt. 

A gentle laugh turns your attention to Hestia, who walks into the room from the upper floor; a veil rests over her long blonde curls.

"I almost thought I would have to send for you," she states with a kind smile.

An embarrassed heat spreads to your face. 

"I apologize. Sleep did not come easy to me."

You opt not to mention the heated dream. 

"Morpheus has not been kind to you? I shall have a word with him," Hestia retorts.

"My mind wanders. It's not his fault," you lie.

You do not want to get Morpheus in trouble. It is doubtful that the God of Dreams and Nightmares is the one who gave you the lewd visions. 

"I hope you put to rest whatever thoughts might be troubling you," the Goddess states.

You do too, even though oddly, they are pleasant.

"If this task I have given you should become too much, you would let me know, would you not?" Hestia asks. 

"Of course," you answer. "But it is not too much. I rather like aiding Olympus in your stead." 

It is your task to maintain the hearth fire of the twelve, minus Hephaestus, of course. With the lantern, you can handle the flame from Hestia's hearth. It's a minor duty, but you take pride in it.

 

"I should get on. The others are waiting," you point out.

Hestia smiles and nods briefly. She then sees you out, waving as you rush from her villa back toward the way you came. 

For the next half hour, you traverse from palace to palace to complete your task, collecting a share of some form of material sacrifice from each of the deities, as promised to Hestia. 

It is when you visit Hermes, the God of trade and wealth - among many other things - in his abode that your life turns upside down. 

A mass of flames rests in your open palm as you sit in front of the burning fireplace in Hermes' home, waiting for him to return. You toy with it, rotating it around your hand and contorting it into the shape of a songbird. The heat does not bother you, though unfortunately you doubt you can manipulate all flames, only the ones given by Lady Hestia herself. 

That is why I must use the lantern when transporting them.

Or else her flames would vanish.

The soft sound of footsteps turns your attention to Hermes as he walks back into the room with a jar in his hand. You send the songbird back into the lantern and stand to meet him.

"Honey for my dear aunt," he points out.

You accept it from him. 

"She will be pleased," you state.

"That I hope," Hermes states. 

His calculating eyes trail over you for a moment, then he hums. 

"There is something different about you today."

You raise a curious brow. 

"Sleep deprivation perhaps." 

"No," Hermes states. "That is not it. You often come here looking tired."

Whether or not he notices your glare, he doesn't make mention of it. His keen eyes trail your body again before he widens them. You are taken off guard having never seen Hermes express such a strong emotion. 

"What is it, Lord Hermes?" 

He points a gloved hand down to your footwear, and when you raise a leg, you notice a thin red string tied around your ankle. There is another tied around the opposite and the length of them spreads further than you can see, leading outside the palace.

"What is this?" You ask in shock.

You try to remove it, but the string slips through your fingers as if it is intangible. It flashes in and out of sight for a moment before remaining seen. An air of panic consumes you. You fear this might be a curse.

"That is peculiar," Hermes states with a hum. 

"Do you know what this is? What does it mean?" You ask. 

The black-haired God hums. 

"I haven't a clue."

He leans down to examine the thread, watching as it slips through his fingers. 

"At first I thought it could be a prank. These strings are identical to the Divine Weapon that Apollo uses, except for the fact they can not be touched."

And the fact they are not shining like the sun, you opt not to mention.

"So I assume the Moirai put them on you for some reason," he adds.

Your eyes widen. Why would the Fates do this to you? What did it mean?

"Am I…about to die?" You ask in fear.

Hermes looks unconcerned. He stands and walks over to the fireplace to look into the fire. 

"Who is to say? I suppose you could ask the Moirai of your destiny. Running tasks for Aunt Hestia must not be what you are meant to do."

If not that, then what? You were certain that you had no worth other than helping out the Twelve Gods of Olympus. 

"I assume I will have to ask Lord Zeus for his permission to seek their aid," you utter. 

"That would be the best decision," Hermes agrees. "Though I suppose if you ask nicely enough, Apollo might offer you some incentive."

You groan. 

There is nothing wrong with Apollo, he is just extremely narcissistic.

"I shall speak with him tomorrow then. There is still much to do," you state. 

Hermes nods. 

"And I shall tell Lord Zeus that you might be coming by."

You are thankful. With a respectful bow, you leave his abode, intent on returning to Hestia with her share of the sacrifices.

I have a job to fulfill after all. 

Even though it isn't your true destiny. 

A dark cloud rests over your head, filling you with despair. You can feel Atropos, the Inflexible One, turning her scissors to your thread.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Shortly, once some of my other fics are done or close to being done I want to write a short story for Qin Shi Huang with a deity soulmate (it's my thing) set before Ragnarok. It will be mostly fluff and smut with angst and forbidden love.

The concept is that the red string appears and curious, the reader sneaks away to see who their soulmate is.

[roguerambles]

Diplomatic Relations

Record of Ragnarök - Shiva x Male Reader. Mentions of Indra x Male Reader

Warnings - 18+Only. Adult situations.

Still suffering from the curse of Writer's Block, but thirsting with @icy-spicy over Record of Ragnarök (particularly guess who) got some creative ideas flowing. So blame her and thank her for this blasphemy :P

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Shiva could not believe the Gods Council had been prolonged for this.

Indra stood at the centre of the chamber, his posture straight but somehow relaxed, presenting himself with his usual cool, confident demeanour. But even at a distance, he could spot the occasional, unconscious flex of his fingers, loosely gripping a pale sheet hanging low around his hips. It was only the slightest twitch of nerves, but Shiva wondered with some amusement when Indra had his last cigarette.

The God of Destruction let his gaze slip over his fellow deity's bare shoulder, where he could see You somewhat peeking out from behind Indra's back, your expression a good deal more sheepish. You similarly had a long sheet draped over your shoulders and spilling down at your sides, but it was plain to see you were both naked, wet and completely at the centre of attention.

Somewhere above Shiva, in the Chairman's Seat, Zeus was howling with laughter.

"...ahem."

Hermes cleared his throat politely, but loudly, only barely being heard over his father's wheezing cackle. "Thank you all for your attendance. This meeting of the Gods Council has been called to address the conduct of Indra, God of Lightning of the Hindu Pantheon, and...." Hermes blinked a few times, peering thoughtfully down at You. "...my apologies, which of Aphrodite's sons are you again?"

You huffed, looking indignant. From her seat across the hall from Shiva, Aphrodite made an eerily similar sound, snapping her fan shut with a loud click. "Really, Hermes. Get to the point, will you? This hardly seems like something to call all of us for."

Hermes smiled serenely at the Greek Goddess of Love, as Zeus's laughter began to settle into choked chortles. "Very well." Hermes lifted a large piece of parchment, clearing his throat once more. "The two deities before us today stand charged with the unlawful destruction of a Temple of Aphrodite in the human world."

There was an immediate rumble amongst the gathered gods, several voices rising up at once.

"Wait, a temple dedicated to his mother?" Kali asked from beside Shiva, sounding confused. "Why?"

"This is an outrage!" Somewhere near Aphrodite, Ares shot out of his seat, his face red as he pointed down at you and Indra. "How dare you?!"

"Well, this just got interesting." Buddha chimed in, chewing loudly on some sweet treat or another, looking awake for the first time the entire meeting.

You gave Ares an irritated glare, while Indra remained stoic, although Shiva could tell he was really craving a cigarette. Curiously, despite Ares yelling beside her, Aphrodite looked rather unconcerned about the destruction of her own temple. From what Shiva knew of the Goddess, this was a rather unexpected reaction.

"The Temple was empty!" You burst out, shaking your head furiously, sending drops of water flicking everywhere. "And the humans had abandoned the town for some festival, so its not like anyone was hurt--"

"You destroyed a town as well?!" You slapped your hand over your face as someone else cried out in shock.

You tried to keep talking. "I invited Lord Indra because I was...interested in learning more about his pantheon and--"

Indra snorted, loudly, and Shiva caught the smirk twitching onto his face before he quickly smothered it. You jabbed his side, hissing something that sounded distinctly like "You aren't helping!"

Shiva let his gaze trail over you, lingering on the exposed muscle of your thighs briefly before glancing back at Indra. "Nobody has mentioned the nakedness yet." He commented dryly to Parvati, who tilted her head in response.

"I was wondering..." She hummed thoughtfully, fingers gently stroking one of his arms. "I thought maybe it was some new fashion amongst the Greek Pantheon--"

You turned suddenly, and for a moment Shiva wondered if you had somehow heard them talking. You peered up, your head tilted, before a small smile bloomed on your lips. The sheet parted slightly, exposing your shoulders and upper arms, your stance shifting to show off more of your legs and thighs, barely concealed by silk. You lips moved softly, and Shiva could just make out the words--

"Like what you see?"

Shiva snorted at your audacity, feeling the edge of his mouth curve upwards in a smirk as he let his eyes slowly roam over you. "Yes." He mouthed back, and you grinned, slightly turning your body to the other side, your eyes sparking with mischief.

Parvati squeezed his arm. "Stop flirting, you." She covered her mouth in an attempt to smother a giggle. "You'll get us in trouble as well."

Hermes spoke again, his voice ringing over the rising noise of his fellow deities. "The Temple was destroyed by a powerful storm, which resulted in the town below becoming flooded." He raised the scroll higher, covering his face, but Shiva caught the slight, amused curve to his lips as he spoke his next words. "The storm was summoned via divine will during sex."

Shiva felt his eyebrows shoot upwards, sitting up with a jolt of genuine surprise. The entire chamber was silent for only a brief moment, everyone staring down at You and Indra in shock.

Aphrodite flicked her fan open again, a tinkling laugh falling from her lips. "That's my boy."

Everyone began talking at once.

"Wait, they didn't notice the storm because they were too busy fucking--?"

"Sounds like a good time."

"Apollo!"

"Indra lost control?" Durga sounded incredulous. "Our Indra?"

"Oh my." Parvati said softly, eyes drifting to wear you were standing, looking flustered. "It must have been very good, then."

"Parvati!"

"Only saying, Durga!"

Shiva laughed, loudly, reaching down to squeeze his wife's hand. She grinned at him, her own laughter bubbling in her throat, and Shiva could hear several others in the crowd join in on finding amusement in the situation.

Zeus finally seemed to have composed himself somewhat, wiping tears away from his eyes. "Oh, to be young again!" He chuckled, waving a hand dismissively. "Call this meeting to a close, Hermes. The damage was minimal--"

"The region where the Temple was located is now quite uninhabitable for humans, father--"

"Oh, two gods made love and inadvertently terrified some humans. Happens to the best of us." Zeus waved a hand dismissively, and Hermes sighed long-sufferingly.

"Regardless, Father, some discipline should be--"

"I agree with Hermes." A deep voice spoke suddenly, and Shiva lifted his gaze to where Odin sat, staring down at You and Indra with a cold, unimpressed look in his eye. "Accident or not, this can not go unaddressed. Or are the self-professed leaders of the Greek and Hindu Pantheons unable to control their own members?"

Shiva felt a stab of irritation - who was Odin to talk? Like his lot were so well behaved? - but he reached down to catch Durga's hand as it coiled around her weapon. Best not to start a brawl in the Gods Council Chamber (he could still remember the last one, and shuddered slightly at the memory. Nobody left that one unmarked.)

Zeus laughed, but Shiva could hear the sharp edge that had formed in his voice, the spark in the air moments before a lightning strike. He did not like to be questioned, either. "Perhaps you, Odin, would care too--"

Shiva seized the moment to rise from his seat, and spoke loudly and clearly. "He may return with us for a time." He gestured down to you and Indra. "To spend time among my pantheon." He smiled at you, allowing a faintly wolfish edge to enter his tone. "To learn from us. That is what you wanted in the first place, yes?"

You stared up at him in surprise. Beside you, Indra shook his head, but Shiva caught the pleased smirk flashing across his face. You shook yourself, grinning brightly as you bowed slightly towards Shiva.

"It would be a great pleasure, Lord Shiva." You said, tilting your head upwards, softly mouthing something only Shiva could hear. "For us both, I assure you."

Oh, he was going to enjoy you.

Odin sounded thoroughly unimpressed. "I hardly see what kind of punishment--"

"Oh, I'll put him through the ringer." Shiva said cheerfully, crossing his upper arms behind his head, grinning as Parvati struggled to contain her laughter beside him. "Both he and Indra. A good, stern talking to. Ensure it won't happen again, and all that." He nodded towards Aphrodite. "Does this please the offended party?"

Aphrodite smiled, looking delightfully amused. "Have your lovely wives share some of their finery, and I will consider it even, as the humans say."

"Ooooh!" Parvati waved from beside him. "I have some fabric you would love--"

"Excellent!" Zeus clapped his hands together, the sound of thunder signalling the end of the meeting. "Council adjourned."

Odin looked as though he wanted to smite everyone in the chamber, his birds squawking indignantly at his shoulders, but Shiva ignored him to focus on you whispering to Indra, who chuckled lowly and tugged at your hip as you both headed towards the exit. You cast a quick glance over your shoulder, shooting Shiva as playful smirk as you slipped around the corner.

You were going to be an interesting guest, Shiva thought to himself, smirking softly. He couldn't wait to hear a thoroughly clear account of you and Indra's encounter.

Perhaps a demonstration would be in order.

[44ryder]

Hades giving you marriage advice~

Hades: “Marriage is nothing like your books. It’s borderline torture.”

(Y/n): “you’re just messing with me.”

Hades: “no! being married to Persephone is the hardest thing I’ve ever done!”

Persephone: *unexpectedly walks in* “what’s hard?”

Hades: *praying she didn’t hear him* “oh nothing, darling”

(Y/n): *choosing violence* “Marriage!”

Persephone: “oh yeah, it’s very hard-“

Hades: *shocked* “that’s what I said!”

Persephone: “why would you say that? You’re not married to you”

Hades: *offended* “you’re not married to you!”

Persephone: *raises her eyebrow* “…what was that?”

Hades: *internally panicking* “I mean…my marriage to you is the reason I live and breathe.”

Persephone: *smiles pridefully* “that’s what I thought, see you at home, sweetie.” *plants a kiss on Hades’ cheek before walking away*

(Y/n): “oh yeah, pure torture~ *mockingly making kissy faces* “mwuah mwuah mwuah!”

Hades: *death glare* “Well, someone just lost their wedding gift.”

(Ror fanfic going on wattpad this weekend! Be sure to give me a follow for updates!)

[44ryder]

Buddha as a roommate (took forever to make this, add I’m behind on writing but I like it 😊)

[44ryder]

Advice from a playboy (fanfic almost ready!👀)

Buddha: “what are ya worried about? You already did the hard part!”

(Y/n): *confused* “huh?”

Buddha: “you already seduced him, now it’s all the fun stuff!”

(Y/n) “I still don’t get it”

Buddha: *frustrated groan* “look! Men only care about looks and extra grooming in the beginning of the relationship. But now that you guys have been together for awhile, you could wear a jumpsuit that smells like mustard and covered in cat hair and we would still want to do it!”

(Y/n): “I just get so nervous-“

Buddha: “He doesn’t care!”

(Y/n): “But I didn’t shave-“

Buddha: “He. Doesn’t. Care! He’ll rip it out with his teeth!”

Buddha: “He doesn’t f*cking care!”

Buddha: “Have some confidence! You’re beautiful! Society has brainwashed you to think otherwise!”

Buddha: “Men have Sasquatch bodies and they’re like ‘isn’t it perfection?’ Blahhh!!!”

(Y/n): “But I didn’t shave my legs-“

Buddha: “He doesn’t even know you have legs! Nothing else matters!”

Buddha: “he loves ya!!!”

Buddha: “start loving yourself!”

[44ryder]

Shiva is trying to hit on you but his wives overheard and have to step in

Little snippet from the book I’m writing 👀

Shiva: “Ya know, I have many talents. Poetry is a special skill of mine…. Wanna hear what I wrote for you, darling?”

(Y/n): *bashful* “S-sure”

Shiva: “roses are red, violets are blue…. *suddenly grabs your chin and sweeps his thumb across your bottom lip*… I wanna know what that mouth can do~”

Parvati: “Oh my goodness! So vulgar!!!”

Durga: “You pervert!”

Kali: “She didn’t give you consent to touch her!”

Shiva: *jumps in surprise* “Where did you three come from?!?!”

Durga: “At least take her to dinner before you slather on the creepy pick up lines!”

Kali: “what happened to being romantic and sweet?!” *whines*

Parvati: “Honestly, honey, you got to step up your game if you want to impress a beauty like (y/n)”

(Y/n): *struggling to hold her laughter back*

Shiva: *ticked off* “you three are ruining my shot!!!!”

[44ryder]

Topic: Buddha’s the best friend that’s always dirty minded XD

(Y/n) : “If you put a nail in a hole-“

Buddha: *snickers*

(Y/n): “shut up… and you hammer it-“

Buddha: *giggling*

(Y/n): “Shut up!…..it might not go all the way in the first time-“

Buddha: *spits out his lollipop from laughing so hard!!!*

(Y/n) “shut up!!!!”

Buddha: * continues laughing historically*

(Snippet from my fanfic, wattpad name in bio!)

[44ryder]

Brunhilde is complaining to you about a horrible date she had while drunk

(Snippet from my fanfic in progress hehe)

Brunhilde: “and then he left me with the check! Why can’t I find a good man like… like…. Like Hades!”

(Y/n): “Hades?”

Brunhilde: “Yes! Hades worships his lady *hiccup* If Persephone wanted to sunbathe at midnight, Hades would move heaven and earth to make it happen!”

Brunhilde: “And he’d do it with a smile on his face!”

(Y/n) “…No, Hades would make me move heaven and earth to make it happen, and then take all the credit…”

(Y/n): “And he’d do it with a smile on his face…”

[roguerambles]

A Contest of Kings

Record of Ragnarök - Male Reader x Poseidon x Hades x Zeus

 Warnings - 18+ Only. Adult Situations. 

Alright, full disclosure, @icy-spicy​’s “A Broken Bet” inspired this, so credit/blame goes to her! (pssst btw go check her out, she’s awesome)

I imagine this is the same Reader from the “Son of Aphrodite” fics, just before Ragnarök. Enjoy some Big Three shenanigans!

-

The celebration on Olympus had lulled somewhat, and Hades found himself enjoying a surprising moment of companionship with his brothers.

Tucked away in a corner of the gardens, the three brothers shared glasses of ambrosia, the sounds of laughter and music perfuming the air, all three watching the crowd dance and mingle. It was rare for Hades to have both Poseidon and Zeus together with him like this, and he found himself smiling fondly as Zeus slung his arm around Poseidon’s shoulders, enthusiastically talking about “the time he bested Father in combat once and for all” as though Poseidon had not been witness to the event.

“What are you three doing over here?”

Hades glanced up to see you approach, breathless and grinning, a faint sheen on sweat coating your skin from dancing. Your golden sheer silks clung to your hips and arms, highlighting the curves of your body. Aphrodite’s beauty shone through all of her offspring, and you were certainly no exception.

“Enjoying a moment of respite.” Hades raised his glass in your direction, arching a brow as Zeus detangled himself from Poseidon, leaning back in his seat with a grin. He patted his muscular thigh invitingly, and his smile grew wider as you slid into his lap, your arm coiling around his broad shoulders, fingers toying with his golden hair.

Poseidon rolled his eyes slightly, while Hades shook his head, and Zeus shamelessly stared at your pectorals right under his nose.

“You make yourself sound so old.” You huffed, leaning against Zeus’s shoulder, shifting your weight slightly – your thigh flashed in Hades’s vision, the loose, semi-transparent fabric of your toga riding up, exposing toned muscle, an entirely accidental move on your part, Hades was sure. “Zeus tells stories, you know. You three had some fun in between all the Titan fighting.”

Hades shot Zeus a look, and his brother only grinned in response, his palm sliding slowly over your hip. He cleared his throat sharply, nodding his head across the crowd, where Hera chatted with Aphrodite and Hestia.

Zeus pouted and reluctantly removed his hand.

Poseidon rolled his eyes again.

You eventually returned to the celebration, fingertips trailing across Zeus’s shoulders, your lips brushing Hades’s cheek. You even managed to coax the ghost of smile from Poseidon’s perpetually cold expression as you walked away, your smirk playful. The three brothers quietly watched as you melted into the crowd, and Hades forced his gaze back to Zeus, whose own eyes were watching your rear. “Do not even think about it, brother.”

“Too late.”

Poseidon scoffed under his breath, and Hades huffed, shaking his head with bemusement. “You’re incorrigible.” He shoved Zeus lightly with his foot. “I bet you could not go a single month without throwing yourself at some pretty thing.”

Zeus turned to him, looking vaguely indignant at the implication he couldn’t do something. “I could so!” He huffed, his eyes flickering back to the crowd. “Although why I’d deny myself the pleasure, I cannot imagine.” He flashed a wide, wicked grin at Hades. “Come now, brother. Tell me those long, lonely winter months without Persephone wouldn’t pass a little easier with him warming your bed?”

Hades lowered his glass to the table, his expression smooth. “Do you really wish to pull at that thread, brother dear?”

Zeus had the decency to at least look a little sheepish. Poseidon said nothing, seemingly content to ignore his brothers. Hades tapped his fingers against the table, studying Zeus with a thoughtful eye, before sharply shaking his head. “Never mind. You couldn’t do it.”

Hades might have imagined it, but he swore Zeus almost looked stung by his stated lack of faith in him. The King of Olympus sat upright, his expression growing uncharacteristically serious. “A month? Very well.” He held out his hand for Hades, who stared at it in surprise. “I accept your challenge.” He smiled smugly, practically brimming with confidence. “I trust you agree to the same terms?”

Hades laughed, still surprised. “I wasn’t trying to bed him in the first place, Zeus.”

Zeus smirked at him, a gleam in his eyes. “Well, well, look who is backing down….” He turned to Poseidon, his grin growing wider. “I don’t think our big brother thinks he could resist the offer if it was made.”

“I have no part of this.” Poseidon replied dryly, looking completely disinterested.

Zeus laughed and punched Poseidon’s arm, ignoring the flash of indignation on his brother’s face when he did so. “I doubt you could either.” Zeus waved his hand dismissively. “All of your talk of being a “perfect being” your still as weak for pleasures of the flesh as the rest of us.”

Hades felt his brows shoot upwards, watching as Poseidon’s face twisted into an angry sneer. “Brother—”

“Do not mistake me for you.” He snarled, turning his fierce glare on Zeus, who simply smiled serenely in response. “I am perfection.”

“Then you’ll agree as well.” He held out his hand in front of him, eyeing his brothers with a smug grin. “One month.”

“Fine.” Poseidon spat, before forcing his expression back into his usual stoic mask. Hades shook his head, sighing at his brothers antics, before placing his hand on top of theirs.

“Very well. One month.”

The three Kings nodded and soon fell back into their previous atmosphere with each other, unaware of your curious gaze watching them from a distance…

 -

“Can’t do it, he says….” Zeus grumbled to himself as he walked down the shadowed halls of Olympus, the dwindling sounds of the party at his back. “Well, look at me, Hades! Going to bed early. On my own. Take that!”

There were a bevy of lovely, voluptuous nymphs literally calling his name in the fountains outside, but Zeus, King of the Gods, nobly resisted temptation. A veritable harem of handsome satyrs in the gardens, beckoning him to follow with hooded eyes and alluring voices but Zeus did not give in.

“I’ve heard mortals say talking to yourself is the first sign of madness.”

Zeus halted in place, his head swivelling around. You emerged from behind a column, draped in gold and silk, and Zeus swallowed thickly.

“I…am not mortal.” Zeus cleared his throat, forcing his back straight, trying to ignore how good you looked bathed in torchlight, the tempting flashes of skin between your silks as you moved towards him.

“Indeed you are not.” You purred, reaching up to trail your fingertips along his chest, humming deep in your chest as you openly admired his strong, muscular body.

Fates, he wanted to fuck you so badly—

Zeus opened his mouth to say something, but whatever it was fled his mind as you stepped back, letting your silks spill down your arms and hips, leaving you gloriously naked under his gaze.

“What are you waiting for?” You asked, wearing nothing but your smile and desire on your face.

Zeus had absolutely no idea.

He darted after you as you raced down the hall, your laughter in his ears, all thoughts of the challenge or proving himself to Hades washed from his mind as he sank into the delicious warmth of your embrace.

 -

“Good morning, Poseidon.”

The King of the Seas could not guess how long you had been perched at the edge of his dining room table. Pearls draped across your neck and collarbones, falling down your chest and abdomen. They were all that covered you, and if Poseidon had been a lesser being, his gaze might have lingered.

He walked past you, heading for his usual spot at the other end of the table, awaiting for breakfast to be brought by his servants. You sighed dramatically, rolling your head back to follow him with your eyes. “Rude.”

Poseidon said nothing, sitting down and waiting patiently. You lay back on the table, naked body on shameless display, and Poseidon wasn’t staring.

He wasn’t.

“Perhaps it is for the best…” You mused loudly, playing with a string of pearls. “I would not want to overwhelm you. You would struggle keep up, I fear…”

Poseidon felt his eye twitch at the implication he was less than perfect at anything. You were goading him; it was transparently obvious. He would not fall for such a petty ploy—

“You are not as…experienced as your brothers, after all.”

The servants entered with breakfast. Poseidon shoved his chair back with a loud screech, and began marching down the length of the table towards you, a storm in his eyes. “Out.” He bellowed at his servants, who could not have fled any faster.

You smiled triumphantly as Poseidon seized your ankle, yanking you roughly across the table towards him, sliding between your thighs with purpose. “Oh, are you sure? I wouldn’t want—”

“They will hear you screaming on Olympus.” Poseidon growled, shoving you down against the table and climbing on, crashing down upon you with the force of a tidal wave.

 -

Hades slammed you on top of his desk, yanking the loose fabric of your pants down your hips.

You moaned and arched in his grasp, tilting your head to give his hot, eager mouth better access to your throat. The sight made some primal roar deep in his belly and he tore impatiently at your undergarments, as your fingers tugged open his shirt and raked greedily down his long, toned chest.

“I should visit the Underworld more often.” You gasped, swinging your thigh across his hip as Hades rolled you onto the desk, sliding on top of you with a low groan. Ever since Zeus’s comments in the gardens he’d been unable to get you out of his mind, the idea of you in his bed, writhing with passion in his arms, bouncing with wanton lust on his cock—

“Perhaps you should.” Hades murmured against your skin, before his lips seized yours. He would fuck you on his desk, then move the bedchamber.

You were more than happy to go along with his wishes.

 -

“Well.” Hades said after a few moments of silence. “I must admit, I am a little disappointed in us all.”

“I’m not.” Zeus said cheerfully, clapping Hades’s shoulder. “His ass was worth it.”

Poseidon said nothing, but Hades noticed he was avoiding his and Zeus’s eyes more than usual. A little embarrassment, perhaps?

You were unbearably smug, pacing the length of your bedchamber with a delighted grin. “Three Kings, all in a row…” You sighed dreamily, winking playfully at Hades. “Do not worry, you were all marvellous.”

Zeus practically preened, while Poseidon scoffed, as if to say well obviously. Hades simply sighed and shook his head. “I suppose in the end, you won our ill-advised gamble.”

“I suppose I did.” You smiled wickedly. “And what a reward it was. Well, rewards.”

Hades chuckled, while Zeus leaned over you, grinning playfully. “So….?” His hand snaked around your waist. “Who was best?”

Hades closed his eyes. “Zeus…”

“What? I’m just curious what he has to say.” He nudged you with a coy smirk. “You can say me, they won’t mind.”

Poseidon frowned at his brother, while you tapped your fingers against your cheek, eyeing them thoughtfully. “Oh…you know, I can’t decide.”

“What?” Poseidon spoke suddenly, looking insulted. Which made the room feel particularly unsafe.

“Oh, don’t pout, Poseidon, I am the most experienced…hey!” Zeus turned to you with a scandalised look, eyebrows flying into his hairline. “What are you saying? I did the thing, with the lightning—”

“Which was delicious, I assure you.” You patted Zeus’s cheek affectionately, looking suspiciously like a cat with cream. Hades watched you, feeling heat pool low in his belly. “But you all had…strong points. Is that not enough.”

“Absolutely not.” Poseidon waved his hand – the door suddenly slammed shut behind him, and he advanced on you with fire in his eyes. “Get on the bed.”

“Yeah!” Zeus slipped the strap of his toga off his shoulder, letting it fall to the ground, leaving him shamelessly naked as he started pulling at your clothes. “We’re not leaving until you pick one!”

You looked extremely pleased by this turn of events, and Hades was fairly certain he and his brothers had played directly into your clever hands. He moved between Zeus and Poseidon as though to stop them – instead, his hand grasped your shoulder, and he shoved you backwards onto the bed.

“I think its time he learned a little respect.” Hades slipped his shirt off, keeping his eyes directly on yours, a smile tugging at the edge of his mouth. “Don’t you agree, brothers?”

You crawled back up the bed, excitement flaring in your eyes. “I am eager to learn.”

[roguerambles]

Build up and Climax Part 2

Record of Ragnarok - Raiden x Male!Reader

Warnings - NSFW. 18+Only. Adult Situations 

I’m not very happy with this one, but its been sitting in my drafts for ages and Raiden deserves more love, so here is my humble offering.

-

You were faster than you looked.

Raiden had never been one for games, even sexy ones – he liked to get to the hot and heavy, flesh against flesh, thighs around his hips and nails down his back, his partners screaming his name sooner rather than later. Teasing wasn’t his thing.

Still, he’d be lying if he said this little chase, you with your eyes glinting and smile wicked, your body bare to the world, wasn’t seriously getting his blood pumping. You were like one of those nymphs he’d heard of, leading him deeper into the depths of the arena with lustful promises, of him getting his hands on your gorgeous body, feeling you writhing and panting beneath him—

Fuck, he was so turned on.

You darted through a set of doors, and Raiden recognised the corridor leading to his rooms. Excitement thrummed through his body, and he practically knocked the door off its hinges as he rammed his shoulder into them, sending them flying open.

“You took your time.”

You gave him an amused grin, already lain amongst the pile of pillows and blankets on his bed, naked and ready for him, and for a second Raiden thought he might be salivating.

You were so fucking pretty, all over, and he wanted to explore every inch of you. “Well?” You asked airily, your smile sweeter than sin, your thighs parting slightly, invitingly. “What are you waiting for?”

Fuck, he was in love.

Raiden grabbed his belt, roughly pushing it down, letting it fall around his ankles before kicking it sharply aside. He felt himself spring free, a fire sparking in his belly at the way you audibly gasped as your gaze fell below his waist, the way your eyes darkened with hunger. Raiden grinned and advanced towards you, heat searing through his veins, needing to close the gap between you.

He'd never fucked a god before, and he wanted to change that now.

He leapt into the air, intent on pinning you down and ploughing you until you were hoarse from screaming his name. You flashed a coy grin, and in a sharp movement lifted your arm, your palm slamming into his chest. You twisted around, using his momentum to send him crashing onto his back – a move he could have easily out-manoeuvred, in truth, but the sight of you sliding on top of him, perched on his waist, you thighs around his waist, was the sexiest thing he’d seen in a while, so he let it slide.

He reached for you eagerly, already envisioning how good you’d look riding on top of him, when you flashed him a wicked grin. His arms suddenly stopped short, and Raiden glanced up, puzzled, only to see thin strips of rope coiling slowly around his wrists, tugging his arms over his head.

“…huh?”

He tugged, then yanked, then pulled hard, but his wrists remained bound. He looked back up at you, to your pretty, grinning face, and huffed to himself.

…he wasn’t much for games, but it seemed you were.

 -

Raiden looked good in rope.

His spectacular musculature flexed and contracted with every movement, straining against the confines of the slender knots forming around his wrists. They were enchanted enough that even a God would struggle to break free, although you were beginning to wonder if Raiden was strong enough to break free.

Raiden tilted his head, peering up at you, giving his bindings an experimental tug. He was actually pouting. “Come on, pretty boy.” He groaned miserably, his massive body slumping back on the bed. “This isn’t exactly what I had in mind…”

You grinned slightly, lightly trailing your fingertips along the thick, powerful muscle of his thigh. Raiden groaned, his thighs parting, his cock springing eagerly to attention—sweet fucking Eros—

You forced your gaze upwards, meeting Raiden’s eyes with a coy, seductive smile. “Oh?” You caressed his thigh firmly, your gut tightening as Raiden groaned happily, his body arching eagerly into your touch. “And what did you have in mind?”

“Untie me and I’ll show you.”

You pretended to think about it, your fingers dancing across his thigh and coiling around his length, stroking slowly up and down. Raiden hissed, his chest heaving as he thrust his hips upwards. “I don’t know…I think I like you as is.”

“Ooh…ooh…fuck, come on, pretty boy, at least use your mouth or something—”

Your fingers danced over his length quick and clever, and Raiden cursed and bucked his hips, hissing through gritted teeth, his eyes darkening with desire as he grinned ferally up at you.

You smiled innocently. “Say please.”

“I fucking love you—”

“You’re sweet.” You slowly stroked across his leaking tip – Raiden whined, his thighs quivering. “Now say please.”

“Please, please, please let me fuck you—”

“Well, that was fast.” You quirked an eyebrow at him. “You gave up that easy?”

“I know what I want.” Raiden was practically vibrating, the muscles of his arms bulging and straining against his bindings.

“And what…” You leaned over him, letting your body rub softly against his, your lips against his jaw. “…do you want?”

Crack—

The posts snapped, wood splintering, but you didn’t care. Raiden’s hands closed around your waist, his grin practically feral as he yanked your hips down, his length sliding between your thighs—

Heat seared through you, so fierce and hard you cried out, your head snapping backwards as pure sensation flooded your senses in a haze of sweet red. Below you, Raiden groaned and growled, his hips rolling and bucking, sliding deeper and deeper into you.

“Fuck.” He cursed between gritted teeth, his muscles flexing and contracting under your fingers, his hands sliding up and down your hips and thighs. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, you feel so good—"

His hands guided you up and down, his thick, powerful thighs flexing beneath you, his head thrown back, moaning and grunting, his abdomen clenching with each thrust. You fell forward, palms splayed on his warm chest, bracing yourself as you rocked your hips in a hard rhythm, making him shout and roar with approval. Your own length rubbed furiously against his lower abdomen, fire spilling in your belly.

“Raiden—” You gasped out, rolling your hips hard and fast, the heat building rapidly from deep within.

“Oh, gods, say my name, say it again—”

Raiden’s hand roughly smacked your rear, making you yelp, your hips stuttering, lightning searing through you. He grinned wildly up at you, eyes blown black with lust. You surged down, crushing your lips to his, teeth and tongue clashing as he moaned, fingers digging into your skin as he bucked into you, over and over—

“Raiden—” Your gut felt hot and tight, something inside pulling taunt, threatening to snap. “Raiden—!”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes—”

Raiden’s release struck with the force of a tidal wave, a roar spilling from his lips from deep within his chest. Fire collided with fire, searing deep in your belly, and a cry spilled from your lips as you bucked against him, your own pleasure overwhelming you.

You lost count of how many times you came together. You had met Gods with less stamina than Raiden seemed to possess, his body hard and hot and contracting, hips thrusting in a seemingly never ending search for release. You were certain half the arena could hear the noises you were making, but it was impossible to care about anything other than Raiden’s hips slamming into you, his hands roaming your body, his mouth hot against your skin, his groans and growls and shouts of pleasure as he filled you so completely. Your bodies became a hazy, heated frenzy of grasping, writhing limbs, fingers raking over flesh, the sheets tangled in your sweaty bodies. At some point bedside table was knocked over, its contents splashing across the floor along with shattered glass, but you were both far too consumed with each other to care.

You were spent, nerves singing from the aftershocks of your final climax, body quivering as Raiden thrust into you from behind, his hands stroking your hips, his face buried in your neck.

“Ah…ah…gods…oh…”

“Raiden.” You breathed his name, fingers absently stroking his wrists. Raiden hissed and his hips stuttered, a quiet roar rumbling from his throat as his release hit, flooding you with blissful heat. He collapsed beside you on the pillows, a huge arm draping over your waist.

“Fuck…” He murmured against your neck. You chuckled vaguely, boneless from pleasure, and leaned back against his glorious chest. He tugged you close, his lips brushing against your shoulder in a surprisingly tender manner.

You tumbled into sleep, Raiden’s warmth at your back.

-

“There you are!”

A loud voice shook you roughly from sleep. Raiden grumbled something incoherently under his breath, burying his face in your neck, his arm draped over your side. You blinked blearily, tilting your head upwards, catching the sight of a wry grin and blue skin.

“…Lord Shiva?”

“Fucking the enemy during Ragnarok?” Shiva looked thoroughly amused, his lower set of arms crossed loosely in front of him. “Aphrodite might be proud enough she’ll forget to be mad at you.”

You groaned slightly, flopping back against Raiden’s chest, feeling his arms pull more snugly around you. “I thought you were fighting soon?” You mumbled. “Why are you running errands for my mother?”

“Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed…”

“Actually, I’m on a great side of the bed.” You wriggled slightly against Raiden, feeling him stirring beneath you, and you really wanted to focus on that. “Can you just tell her you couldn’t find me?”

Shiva adopted a thoughtful expression, one set of hands on his hips, the others folding behind his head. “You would have me lie for you?” He shook his head, tsking at you, his face morphing into a grin. “For nothing? Such boldness.”

“Oh?” You tilted your head, letting your eyes trail upwards over Shiva’s sculpted abdomen and toned chest, the bulging biceps of his arms – you’d always had a weakness for arms and Shiva had four. “I can make it worth your while.”

“…and your friend there would want that?” Shiva raised an eyebrow questioningly, but you caught the subtle way his eyes slid over you and Raiden both, the unmistakable interest stirring in his gaze. The sight of it send a shiver down your back, the idea of having Raiden and Shiva both at once…

You drove your elbow back into Raiden’s chest, with a little more force than needed. He startled awake with a grunt, his hand gripping your hip. “Hey—! What the fuck…woah—”

He blinked at Shiva a few times, his stupefied expression melting into a lazy grin. “Damn.”

Shiva’s eyebrow arched slightly. “Hello to you too.”

“Does that answer your question?” You stretched out against Raiden, angling your body, the sheets slipping around your hips. “What’s the old saying? Know thy enemy?”

“I don’t think it meant quite like this.” Shiva noted dryly, but his smile told you everything you needed to know. His thumbs hooked around his waistband, tugging until his pants slid down his hips and past his thighs—

“Holy fuck.” Raiden was definitely awake now, his breath quickening and body hardening underneath you, his fingers digging into your hips. “Please say you’re into sharing—”

You laughed, pushing back into Raiden’s chest as Shiva moved onto the bed with cat-like grace, his multiple hands reaching for you and Raiden both as the three of you melted into each other, a tangle of grasping hands and limbs.

“Yes. Very much so.”