#songsofdivinity

🏳️‍🌈 for a sexuality headcanon !

hera's sexuality is definitely very intrinsically connected to her role as wife, mother, queen, and a goddess of all of the above. while still queer, i think hera has spent a very long time denying that part of her identity - or at least, never acknowledging it beyond the privacy of her own thoughts. she is, in many ways, expected to be the archetype of a perfect wife. dutiful, loyal, and ultimately, probably heterosexual. or, at least, her sexuality should not extend beyond the relationship with her husband.

hera is a bit of a rebel, though. she is those things (dutiful, loyal) when it suits her, but she's not necessarily confined to them. nevertheless, that expectation and pressure (from society, not necessarily her husband) has kept her contained in many ways, and it takes a long time for hera to admit to, accept, and explore her own queerness.

poseidon is queer, of course. this part is not news nor is it even a headcanon, lol. however, i think the interesting piece is that, while poseidon was always more liberal with his sexuality than most, it is his ascension to his role as king of the sea that sort of cements this trait. i like to imagine sea deities as being a lot more fluid (in many capacities) than their counterparts in other domains, and this includes sexuality. attraction, romance, and even sex are not things to be contained in little boxes down there, and so when poseidon begins to come into his own as king, part of that is an exploration of his sexuality in ways he may not have attempted before.

hades is an interesting case as well, in that he is undoubtedly queer - but his attraction, relationships, and sex in general have been so wound up in other parts of his identity (gender, for example, but also the Horrors he's experienced) and so a deeper exploration of his sexuality took a long time. he became quite confident in his attraction to women fairly easily (though developing connections took longer) - but his attraction to men was infinitely more complicated. he discovered this early! in my headcanons, his first relationship ever was with a man, but that fucked him up real good and he sort of shut the door on that part of him for a long time. now, he's more accepting of it this part of him, but he's also too obsessed with persephone to explore much beyond that.

zeus is attracted to any and all genders, but his experience with attraction differs based on the gender of the person. zeus tends to be far more flexible with women, and is typically more secure in these relationships, comfortable taking on a more submissive role in the relationship if that's desired, or a more dominant one. with men, he tends to be a bit more... cautious in what kind of role he takes. he finds himself slipping naturally into being the more dominant one, taking control, calling the shots, being more of the leader. he's less willing to budge on that when he's with a man, which means if it does happen, that's a huge display of trust.

Zeus hadn't announced his arrival, instead he lay in the grass and likely had been there for sometime when Ganymede found him. "Hera is leaving me," He said and his tone was neutral, resigned. That he would pursue her and try to win her back went without saying. They had after all done this before. But something about Zeus seemed tired.

@songsofdivinity asked: " nodding off... " (do I even need to say for who? :P Hypnos and Pasi ofc!)

send in " nodding off... " for the exhausted sender to fall asleep against the receiver's shoulder, and for the receiver's response to this. | Accepting

It always amused Hypnos when anyone tried to lie about how tired they were around him. He could tell. He could make them sleepy if he wished. When his wife did it though, not only was it funny, it was also very endearing. Usually a sign that she didn't want to move from where they were now.

In fairness to her, their chaise could was very comfortable and she seemed to be cosy laying against him like this. He was too. The tickle of her hair against his cheek was sweet, and he enjoyed knowing that she was close by. Close by and content.

As she drifted off, Hypnos put down his sheet of doodles and lifted a hand to gently cup her cheek as his aura of power wraps around her consciousness - Sleep now cradling both her body and mind.

Nowadays, he didn't do this in person to many, but each time Pasithea fell asleep on him he treasured the feel of her soul and body like this. Leaning down, he presses a soft kiss to her head as he takes some deep breaths of her perfume before he aims to align his breaths with hers.

Closing his eyes, he focussed on grasping the flow of energy that dragged him (and every sleeping being) down. Down into his realm, through it's silver and obsidian gates and in through the kingdoms.

Today, he set them down on the rooftop garden beneath the colours of a false sunset, draped amongst the comfiest of floor cushions and blankets. Their own perfect nest. Smiling down at her nestled in his arms, he brushed a hand over her hair and let her consciousness awaken in Slumber.

Poseida's ears perked up at the loud thud of her workshop door being kicked open. She scowled. Seriously? Now? She thought she told people not to disturb her while she was working on her project. Lifting her welding mask, she turned to give the visitor a piece of her mind. A half-formed reprimand died on her lips the moment she saw her beloved Amphitrite.

❝ Amphi! ❞ she chirped, leaping out of her chair and into her wife's arms, ❝ I can't believe you're back so soon! How was— ❞

Poseida squeaked as Amphitrite grasped her by the collar of her protective jacket mid-twirl and hoisted her off the floor as if she weighed nothing. The intensity in her wife's dark gaze made her gulp. Has she found out about the surprise already? But before she could even voice such a damning thought, Amphitrite slammed her against the wall.

Their lips then crashed. Like two warring monsters of the deep, their tongues clashed in a battle for dominance—a battle for the ages. Poseida giggled so hard at her choice of simile—a giggle that was soon snuffed out by a throaty growl and retaliatory lip bite—that she almost slipped off the wall. Yelping like a cat that was caught acting undignified on camera, she scrambled to find purchase; hooking her legs around Amphitrite's hips, she molded their bodies together and moaned sweetly for her—whether it be to appease her wife for the wanton giggle or to make her forget about her near-slip and fall, though, was anyone's guess. (The answer? Yes.)

As silly as Poseida was being with her "battle for the ages" internal quip, it turned out that she was not underestimating her wife's stamina. By the time that Amphitrite was satisfied, the sky was the sunburst gold of fallen autumn leaves.

❝ Wow… ❞ Poseida said, breathless at such a painterly view despite how often she has seen it; gently rubbing at her kiss-swollen lips, she shifted her gaze away to continue her earlier questioning—only to find her wife already on her way out.

She pouted. ❝ Wow. ❞

"hmm?" it was not a deflection so much as it was the result of a delirium acquired only by spending hours cooped up in his office: eyes half glazed from reading reports and documents that could be mind-numbingly boring. the question slipped over him, his brain no longer porous enough to realize what she was asking. the look he regarded her with was surely nothing short of moronic.

"yes, i'm doing quite well. thank you for asking, sweetheart," he settled on, eyes drifting reluctantly back to his computer. "er... that is what you asked, isn't it?"

athena could sense the urgency. medusa's attempts at sounding calm as she called out for athena did not go unnoticed - but the slight waver, the trepidation - it was all there, easy enough for athena to pick up. she had learned to read her lover well. and so, despite medusa's assurances that everything was fine, athena hurried down the hallway with brisk steps.

a dozen thoughts raced through her mind, none of them good, none of them helpful. speculation and over-thinking were dangerous things, and athena knew better than to allow a slight shift in tone to cause her any panic. ease up, athena. stop assuming the worst.

poseidon was way too sweaty for the current situation, but then, the lord of the sea had a lot of opinions on the greatest video games of all time, and was not about to withhold his passion. amphitrite married him for it, didn't she? he would pretend she had.

but the pacing, and the arm flailing, and the minutes long rant about first person shooters versus massive open world explorers versus cozy gaming all contributed to one thing: a very heated, very sweaty, very riled up god who finally stopped to catch his breath.

and was met with what was surely the sexiest thing a woman could ever say to him. there was something deeply and fundamentally wrong with him, thanks for noticing!

hephaestus was not ashamed of his body. he did not doubt that there were some who thought he should have been - but it was his. it was strong, and capable, and had survived something horrible. it served him well, on most days, and he had nothing to be ashamed about. under different circumstances, nudity would not have fazed him.

it did now. standing before aglaea, beautiful and kind as she was, knowing what was about to happen... it was nerve-wracking. he had suggested, perhaps, if she truly wanted to be intimate, that they might do so partially clothed. his back was misaligned, his leg unusually short and twisted. he was afraid - gods, he was afraid, wasn't he - that it might turn her away.

but she was having none of it. aglaea stared at him with those beautiful eyes and did not care. she would see all of him.

and so, despite the nervousness beating in his chest, he stripped. he bared to her every inch of him, his deep-coloured skin and the muscles he bore. the disabilities. the thick hair, the talented fingers, all of it. there was nothing left to hide him.

and she did not turn away. instead, aglaea smiled.