#zeus x reader

You belong to the god now, whether by choice or not. None of it seems to matter. You are his lover now. One to do as he pleases. Zeus tries to be romantic, even honest with you at first. Would you rather he take the form of some animal or a strange unfamiliar man? The god enjoys the sight far more than he anticipated. You – naked under his touch, his mercy. Eyes brimmed with tears and if you tried to move your face away, shut your eyes. Anything to make it all the more bearable. He’ll simply tilt your face back. 

There is no questioning that Zeus is greatly fond of you. He has kept you far longer than most of his escapades. That alone sets you apart. But your fate shall remain like any other. Zeus will never be truly loyal to you. Zeus may promise you many things; gifts beyond your imagination. He’ll indulge your many whims, drape you in gold and silk, say all the sweet words. Yet you’ll never be owed his faithfulness. 

So he may take lovers as he pleases. You, however, are not granted the same privilege. For all his indulgence, Zeus is terribly jealous. Shall you dare to entertain any notion even if it’s a mere mimicking of a romantic closeness. You may as well have written your signature on their fate. Their crops, their houses all destroyed, following their death. Zeus will tell you it was mercy. For he knows many ways, countless ways to make one’s end slow and agonizing. And because he is a merciful god, he’ll not tolerate a second time. 

Zeus is not willing to entertain the idea of you remaining among other mortals for too long. Not when they look at you too freely, something he considers his. You’ll be taken somewhere hidden. Safe from Hera’s wrath. She wouldn’t harm you. She wouldn’t dare. But Zeus doesn’t want to take the risk. He promises protection. Do you wish to face his wife’s wrath? Other gods’ trickery? You’ll live in a palace of marble with servants for your every need. Would you not want to be spoiled and doted upon by a god?

HERA

Hera is the goddess of marriage, family and childbirth as well as the queen of Olympians. Hera is proud and clever, but she is also infamous for her jealousy and vengeful nature. Being the goddess of marriage, she remained faithful to Zeus, not taking lovers. But what were the odds that Hera would find herself entranced by a mortal, the very mortal being you. 

The goddess takes it all as an insult, a wound to her pride. At first, she hates you for this perceived betrayal. How could you, a mere mortal, make her feel this strongly? Making this offense even worse is that you continue living blissfully unaware. Oh she is to strike you down where you stand. But you are just so radiant, a delicacy. A flower she wants to pluck all the petals. 

For all her pretense, the goddess designates herself as your protector. No one shall harm or even look at you wrongly. The woman who mocked your appearance awakens with her face scarred beyond recognition or transferred into some beast. The man who catchcalled you shall be struck down with “madness” and for his seed to never bring forth a child. 

It’s not enough for the goddess to just watch you from afar. She wants you to know. That you’re under her divine protection. Hera will find it an insult if you assume any other god is watching you. So it’s not long till you are brought before her. Unlike many gods, she sees no reason for a disguise. Nor does she expect a rejection. 

What Hera expects is awe, loyalty, devotion – as expected from any mortal who is given such an offer. She has been oh so lonely those few days. She clothes you in soft robes, fed to your heart’s content, laying in soft cushions. All by her side of course, as her hands roam your body, a hand inching between your legs. Won’t you like some pleasure and give her some in return, she coaxes. Her husband has been denying her for some time. 

Speaking of her husband, Zeus who is very much known for his jealousy and wrath. Hera assures she’ll protect you, keep you hidden. That is…if you comply. Should you reject her; you’ll not only face her wrath but her husband’s. He will forgive her after some time, the same cannot be said to you. Hera has you right where she wants to and she will never let you go.

POSEIDON

Poseidon is the god of the sea, earthquakes, storms and horses. One of the Olympians who aided in overthrowing cronus. He is tempestuous and vengeful, known for holding long lasting grudges. Poseidon has had many lovers; mortals, nymphs or otherwise – siring multiple demigod children. And in time, you will become one of his notorious lovers. 

The god first took notice of you by the sea. Perhaps you were collecting seashells by the shore or maybe swimming in the shallow water, wet fabric clinging to your skin. For a fleeting moment, Poseidon might have nearly mistaken you for a nymph. Or perhaps you were praying – praying for a loved one’s safe passage across his seas. 

In any other circumstance, Poseidon would have taken you the second you piqued his interest. He is not a god known for his patience. Yet just for a few moments he watches from afar. Not with admiration or tenderness but with lust. With hunger. Poseidon is unashamed in his pursuit. He’ll make it impossible to ignore that there is a powerful force intervening in your everyday life. His version of mercy in preparing you for what's to come. 

Storms will come and go, yet you are left untouched. Still, you can’t help but feel uneasy, the same feeling one gets when they think they’re being watched. Only to turn each time and find nothing. Should anyone get too close to you, news of their misfortunes reach you. Drowning at sea, home torn apart by quakes. Times you dream of the ocean. Day after day the waves call to you. To take a step, further and further till you are deep in the abyss. 

At least, the mystery is solved, the very answer to what seemed to tug at your soul, urging you closer to the sea. Poseidon couldn’t wait any longer. Revealing a bearded man with a trident in his grasp towering over you. You’re given no time to comprehend that the force haunting your dreams, shadowing your every move is the god of sea himself before you’re snatched. 

Your struggles are futile and your cries deafen beneath the waves. Yet you don’t drown. Not even suffocating when the water fills your lungs as the god drags you deeper and deeper where his palace resides; made of coral and pearl. Everything happens too quickly. You are taken with haste. The god is neither gentle nor slow. Doing nothing but taking his thrusts, eager to make his claim. Make you his lover with no room for refusal. And if you prove worthy one day, be a good little sweetling, he may grant you immortality.

HADES

Hades is the king of the underworld, the god of the dead. It was said Hades was grim, stern and unyielding. Unlike his brothers, he kept to his realm, hardly visiting the world above; unmoved by prayer or sacrifice. Hades never intended to fall in love, he was no Apollo or Zeus – a mortal lover was not something that crossed his mind, but somehow you vexed the king of the underworld. 

Perhaps the god first saw you draped in mourning clothes, lighting candles for the dead. Eyes soft with sorrow and hands clasped. Hades couldn’t understand what drew him to you so strongly. Was it your beauty? You were watched for some time and before you knew it, you were abducted by one riding a chariot. Feeling the earth crumble as you’re dragged to the underworld, to a realm you are forced to call home. 

Hades would, surprisingly, not force himself on you. At least not right away. Not because of some moral obligation, but because he sees no need for it. You have no one. No other god to reason with. No trickery, no hidden knowledge that can help you escape the Underworld. You are simply trapped, with no choice but to fight some useless internal battle or accept this realm as your new realm. 

For now, Hades wishes to give you no further reason to hate or fear him. Eternity will be spent here; no need to rush the inevitable. He gives you space. Taking it upon himself to treat you well. You’re not chained in one place, allowed to walk freely throughout the Underworld though certain areas are forbidden. Whatever creature or soul you encounter will not dare to lay a hand on you. 

There will be as much food and drink as you desire, a warm and soft bed to lay in, gifts and comforts almost fit for a queen. Yet you are denied one thing. Never again feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin, never watching another sunset, never watching the stars glint at night. And there is no shaking that feeling off – the one that strikes up your spine, that unrests your stomach; the god wants something. Something you can't take back.

If you recoil from his touch, that is fine. As said, the god will give you all the time you need. But even an eternal being finds that thread of patience loosening. All due in time, Hades will have you underneath him; naked and wreathing. Either cause you came to him willingly or he thought your fragile mind could endure it. Hades will have no need for other lovers, why would he need them with you at his side? A pretty little thing he’ll have seated upon his lap as he rules from his throne. 

DEMETER

Demeter is the Goddess of agriculture, of harvest and grain. She is responsible for the fertility of Earth. She is well known, above all, for her infamous grief when her daughter Persephone was abducted by Hades, causing a famine around the world, explaining the cycle of seasons. The goddess has loved a mortal before. Ending in tragedy with Zeus killing him out of jealousy with his thunderbolt. 

One would assume such a thing wouldn’t occur again. Yet there must have been someone who was wishing for your downfall. For how else would your fate end with catching the eyes of a goddess? Demeter noticed your existence long before you ever crossed paths. Even before she allowed herself to feel anything. You weren’t special, no divine blood, no beauty to make men wage wars, nothing remarkable to set you apart from the rest of humanity. 

Still you remain in her thoughts. Perhaps she is reaching out to you out of loneliness. Persephone is gone once more, returning to Hades in the underworld. Yet even during her ‘grief’ when winter arrives with its harsh snow. You step outside your home to find flowers still blooming, your crops growing just fine. Your neighbors have said that you’re blessed.  

Demeter sees your hesitation. How you glance around, at the sky; clearly confused as anyone would. Oh, how she wishes to just reveal herself, wrap her arms around you and soothe it all the way.  She tries holding off as long as she can. And when she can’t bear it, Demeter will not reveal her true divine form. Coming to you in the form of some old traveler. She speaks kindly, wanting to hear the sound of your voice up so close. The disguise doesn’t last long before Demeter finally shows her divine form in gold and green robes, hair woven with dried grasses. 

In shock, unable to comprehend such beauty, you fall to your knees. Demeter only chuckles, reassuring you there is no need to fear as she draws you close. She’ll take you to Mount Olympus where she is prepared to face Zeus and his wrath. Demeter will do anything, bargain even. If she must keep you a few months at a time, she’ll accept. If she must make you immortal, then so be it. 

Refusal is not a choice you can make, for you will face her wrath instead. A terrible famine will come upon your homeland; your friends and family will starve. So why don’t you just stay with her? She will force your head on her lap, let her take care of you. Become her lover. And when Persephone comes to visit, oh she cannot wait to introduce you. Her daughter will take a liking to you, she assures.

ATHENA

Athena was the goddess of wisdom, strategy and handicraft. She was disciplined, a goddess who valued wit. Stubborn and proud. She refused marriage and was believed to have never taken a lover. So imagine the utmost surprise when a mortal catches her eye. A circumstance the goddess herself didn’t believe would come to fruition. Nevertheless, your fate has been sealed. 

It all started with a simple curiosity. Perhaps in her temple or in one of the many libraries inspired by her. Still when that curiosity turned into interest; it took some time. Athena is not as impulsive as Apollo nor as hasty as Zeus. She’ll merely watch. Even the goddess of wisdom, if confronted, couldn’t entirely explain why you caught her eye in the first place. 

Observing the way you move around, how you sit with a book resting in your hands – fingers carefully flipping the pages. Your eyes are so full of life, of curiosity. Sometimes you sit near her statue, gazing up at it with awe. To you, she only exists in myths. An interesting figure you cannot help but admire, speaking to her statue as if she’ll listen. And she does. Oh how eloquent you sound. 

Still, Athena will not make her move. As said, she is far more patient than most. Athena will allow you to believe that she is out of reach. But there is a string of luck that surrounds you; subtle. Never too obvious for others to be able to piece it together. If someone dares to harm you such as a thief, they trip and fall upon their own blade. If you could stumble that will result in serious injury, it feels as if an invisible force is keeping you upright, steadying you. You belong to the goddess. After all, you dedicated yourself to her, did you not? And in return, you will remain in her protection. 

When Athena finally decides to make her move. At last approach you. It’s not in her true form, but rather in the form of an old woman or another curious scholar who happened to find you between the scroll columns. She doesn’t want to alarm you. No, she rather you ease yourself, to fall into her arms. Truthfully it’s another test. Athena has already set her mind. She’s certain. But just one last push to see if you are worthy of her. And you did not disappoint. 

She pretends to need your assistance. Discuss all sorts of matters; philosophy, politics, poetry. She asks such personal questions even when she already knows the answers to each. And when she thinks you are ready. Truly ready. She stands tall in a chiton with a spear plated firmly on the ground; revealing her true form. You would not reject her, would you. It would be an insult, the greatest form of disrespect. She offers you to be her companion, willingly. Not by force. So would you dare to offend a goddess?

ARTEMIS

Artemis was the goddess of the hunt, the wilderness and wild animals. She was fierce and strong-willed, known to be protective over those she cared for and at times had a vengeful nature. Artemis famously vowed and maintained eternal chastity. Still, the vow doesn’t stop the goddess from claiming you as hers. Oh she would be a fool to not take the lure for herself. 

She finds you alone. Wandering through the woods, plucking berries from the bushes or washing yourself in the riverbank – your naked body glowing under the sun. To the goddess, you remind her of a deer. Gentle, delicate and...vulnerable. Artemis shared her twin’s passion, but while her brother would have swept you off your feet by now, she shall bide her time. 

So the goddess stalks her prey. She knows all your favorite spots, the paths you take home, your hums by heart, your favorite flowers to pluck and admire. You swear you could hear branches crack behind you, spinning around to see nothing. Animals seem to circle you. You can feel eyes between the forest trees. Something’s off, but there is nothing you can prove. 

Artemis wishes you remain a little longer, she enjoys your little visits and yes she can easily follow you all the way home. But she rather you stay here, in her domain. With a little touch and tug from the Goddess, tiredness overtakes you. Drowsiness lulling your body to sleep in the green fields. Unaware the goddess will lay next to you, caressing and admiring your face. And when you finally awaken, it’s to find wildflowers either braided into your hair or crowned on top of your head. 

Artemis waits until the moment feels right; she has done enough to ease you into finally meeting her. A tall strikingly beautiful woman shall appear before you, dressed in a simple chiton with high sandals. Approaching your trembling form, cupping your face – promising no harm will come. 

From now on, you belong to the goddess. She will take you to come live with her, wouldn’t that be nice? Where you will eat berries from her hand, bathe together under the moonlight. She promises to make you happy. If you try to flee you’ll be surrounded by haunting dogs, wolves, stags, whatever she chooses. If you cry, she’ll wipe your tears, urging you to just accept your fate, to stop making this harder for yourself. If you beg to return home, she’ll say she is your home now.

ARES

Ares was the god of war and courage. He was impulsive, proud and short-tempered. Reasons he was disliked by many gods and mortals. Having a mortal lover was nothing unusual for the god of war, but for some reason, you were a spoil, a prize Ares refused to let go of. The other gods could hear your pleas of mercy but none stepped in. You realize the harsh truth; you’re very much alone. 

It's what sets Ares apart from most gods. He doesn’t leave signs that you caught his eye nor does he shower you with blessings nor does he leave gifts at your doorstep. Ares doesn’t even bother entertaining the idea of leaving you mingling with the other mortals. He won’t share, won’t allow others to admire or touch what he already considers to be his own. 

So you’re taken. One moment you are living the everyday rhythms to the next thing being forced on a war horse; a tight grip around your waist. You can try to struggle, you can try to cry out. It makes no difference, if anything the god loves the fire in you. Taken to Thrace, where you’ve yet to register the green fields, the vast hills and mountains before forcibly taken right there and then. 

Your clothes are torn as the god lays you underneath him. He chases his pleasure, he loses himself in it. Every thrust is ruthless, driven deeper while you breathlessly sob. In his own form of mercy, Ares at least tries to make it pleasurable for you as well, to ensure you reach your climax, He tells you to simply accept it, to give into your body’s desire. 

The days blur together and in the cruelest ironic twist of irony, it’s not as horrible as one might believe. Yes he stole you away and yes he forced himself upon you. But Ares truly desires nothing more than your devotion, for you to look at him with love, to grow to worship him. He brings you to dine with him. To sleep beside him. To sit on his lap. 

He’ll entertain your little spats. When you turn your face aside or hand away from his touch. This small rebellion is all amusing to him. Still, he is a prideful god. If you insult him, reject him outright, he will remind you where you stand. He is being far lenient – you don’t want to see what happens when he is not. So you learn not to fight him, to lean into his touch, to murmur the right words. He becomes generous, indulgent even and in time being seated on his lap won’t feel like a humiliation ritual.

HEPHAESTUS

Hephaestus is the god of fire, carpenters, blacksmiths and metalworking. The god can be capable of loyalty and hard work yet just as prone to be vengeful, selfish and moody. In some myths, it was Hera who threw him off Olympus and in some, it’s Zeus. Either way rejection is something Hephaestus knows all too well. To rub salt on the wound, his wife famously had an affair with the god of war. So is it truly surprising that you have caught his eye? 

It could be that you were given as an offering, a sacrifice to appease the volcanic eruptions or left abandoned on a cursed island. What was expected to be a slow or quick death ends with a miracle. The god doesn’t reveal himself at first. Leaving tools to help build your shelter and live another night, before he ever spoke to you. He watched as you accepted them, thinking they were fortunes a kind soul has lent to you. 

For a god, Hephaestus is painfully lonely and emotionally starved. You have become his fascination, burning through his bitterness. His thoughts revolve around you obsessively. Desperate to get you in his arms. To which he does, not caring if you struggle, not caring if you cry out as you’re brought to his domain, forever trapped in there. 

Hephaestus hates it when you cower or cry at your predicament. He grows angry and confused. Does he not keep you safe? Don’t make him punish you. He shall treat you gently if you yield to him instead of being so stubborn. Hephaestus is eager to provide, will that make you happy? Shall you want a jewel? A crown? A mirror with enchantment? Let him craft anything your heart desires. 

Even with small chances of it happening; Hephaestus is terrified of you leaving him. He'll seal every exit, ensure there are no hidden passages or cracks for you to slip through. The god likes to keep you close while he works especially when you watch him molt and bend something he’s making just for you. Hephaestus tells you the mortal world is cruel and unsafe. They would envy your gifts, steal or kill you for them. Why would you wish to return? 

His jealousy runs so deep that he even forges a veil that keeps you ‘hidden’ from the other gods. Hephaestus wants your constant reassurance, won’t you shower him with love? Be at his side and press kisses all over, whisper sweet words on how much you adore him, desire him. Be compliant and willing when he rips your clothes, when he promises you a life of just the two of you, forever in love. 

APOLLO

Apollo was the god of archery, music, dance and poetry. Apollo was wise, but passionate, arrogant, vain and wrathful especially when he felt his pride was wounded. Even your worst enemies would pity you to know that you have caught the eye of Apollo; for you might as well be considered cursed. When Apollo falls in love, he falls in love hard. His love is fierce and all burning, it will engulf you, swallow you whole. 

The god may have first seen you during a festival. Or you were simply laying in a sunlight field, ignorant to your dooming fate. With Apollo, there is no patience, no time. He has watched you only briefly and thinks you must be his. Already imagining a lifetime together – spoiling you, loving you, doting on you. Your future has already been decided and it will begin with him. 

So Apollo makes himself known right away. He’ll write poetry praising your beauty, your voice, your very essence. He’ll compose and play melodies dedicated just for you. And the gift never ends such as a lyre despite you never playing one. It’s all too…overwhelming but there is not much room to refuse a god’s offering. 

Therefore Apollo expects delight, awe, worship when he finally reveals himself. Has he not spoiled you enough?  Shown you the depth of his love and devotion? And his beauty will have you —  a simple mortal starstruck. Apollo doesn’t wait long before pouncing on you, his lips on yours. He wants to make love right there and then.

That said if you dare to reject him. Apollo will stop, almost frozen in place. His smile will falter, face hardening. Even if you try to reason; it’s all too much, it’s all too fast. Apollo won’t accept it. He will repeat your words back to you as giving you a chance to reconsider. A final mercy. And if you stand your ground, then so be it. 

Apollo will curse you. Let you return to your mundane life. Let you suffer the consequences of your choice. Given visions that are cryptic, terrible frightening dreams night after night. If you once loved to hum or sing, he’ll go far as to take your voice away. The curse shall do nothing but bring misery. Should you try to move on, suitors will either be turned blind or cursed by madness as well. All you have to do is run back to him. Choose him and he’ll undo it all. Crawl back to his arms, does that not sound wonderful? 

APHRODITE

Aphrodite is the goddess of love, beauty, pleasure and sexuality. She is vain, manipulative, jealous and vengeful like many gods. Her being so interested in a mortal is not much of a surprise yet it remains a mystery to how you’ve caught her eye. Who knew the goddess of beauty herself would find you so beautiful, but not as beautiful as her course. You were a fruit that was ripe, ready for the taking, and who was Aphrodite to deny herself such a temptation. 

Aphrodite doesn’t exactly fall in love with you. Love seems too simple. You have enchanted her. Made her addicted to your very existence. She spends most of her time now watching you, takes notice of everything you do, of  everyone who you talk to. She knows all there is to know. Still the goddess isn’t satisfied. It is not enough. She must have you; wholly and carnally. 

The goddess hates how you think yourself so ordinary. How you busy yourself trying to please other mortals, listening to their demands and trivial concerns. They are all beneath you. Aphrodite often lends help, intervening even when it's not needed. She enhances your beauty. Others notice; no longer tormented with dark circles, acne. Your skin glows, your smile seems brighter. Captivating all those around you. 

Aphrodite makes you never notice the little transformations, leaving you so confused as to why you’re showered in so many compliments. But that means more attention, more possible pursuers. Aphrodite curses them all. How dare they desire what’s hers, think they can even compete? They will be turned ugly, grotesque even. Some incompetent so they can never get it up. 

The goddess thinks enough is enough. She will go mad if she waits a second longer. The goddess can change her form to whoever gazes upon her, so you have no choice but to find her so devastatingly beautiful. To feel nothing but the arousal that coils low in your stomach. She chuckles at how flustered you seem around her, how you can’t even look at her without stumbling over your words, aren’t you just adorable?

Simple as it is, she wastes little finding her way to your bed. Even if you hesitate. Even if you think there is something odd about all of this. Her touches are gentle as they roam your body, coaxing you with her honeyed voice. You will not be able to resist her, she made it that you can’t. She will make you love her. Get rid of all your senses, your doubts so it’s her and just her you feel. And when she reveals herself, there is no escaping. That you won’t know if it’s her manipulation or you truly desiring her. In time, the difference will no longer matter. 

HERMES

Hermes is the god of traders and travelers. He is the protector of thieves and orators, said to be a “bringer of good luck”. Hermes is known to be quickwitted, cunning and a mischievous trickster. He is able to move through realms, often acting as the bridge. That said, your life does unravel when the god notices you. 

He doesn’t fall in love dramatically like Apollo or Aphrodite per say. You simply intrigued him. Why, he cannot say. You are neither the most beautiful nor the cleverest still the god was interested, a little bored too. He found himself circling your home, following you across the sky. Waiting for the right moment.

Perhaps you drop something or perhaps you are lost in an unfamiliar place, Hermes appears conveniently. Not as himself, but as a young handsome traveler. He offers assistance showing you the way. He makes you laugh, charms you with so much ease. It’s all going according to plan, how gullible and naive mortals are and you, his silly sweetling are no different. 

Hermes makes all sorts of excuses to keep coming back. He warms his way into your heart. Going on long walks, handing you gifts from his ‘travels’, speaking of stories from distant lands. Hermes also has a way of avoiding all your questions, too clever with his words. He eventually warms himself into your home, teasingly stealing your things and returning them in the strangest places. When you question how he did it without you noticing. He’ll jest he has quick hands (and feet). 

It’s not too long before he also warms his way into your bed, becoming your lover. You have grown to trust him, telling him of your dreams and fears, none the wiser. Growing accustomed to Hermes leaving for long periods of time yet forgiving him each time he returns. 

It is at the worst possible moment when Hermes reveals himself. During another one of your passionate love making. By the time you realize, it was too late. As you were lost in pleasure to not see his features change, the slight gleam of light. When you try to push him away, to flee, do anything. He only cages you beneath him, chuckling; Hermes teases you, asking if it really took you that long to notice. 

DIONYSUS

Dionysus is the god of wine, vegetation, festivity and ecstasy. Known to bring joy and release to his followers, but also unleash madness and brutality; making him quite a terrifying god. He is a god driven by feelings, his emotions always burning hot. And there you were, a mortal he can bring to ruin. Catching his attention in one of his wandering festivals. 

You’re not drunk, not yet at least or simply not enough to fully lose yourself. The god is captivated, for whatever reason. He approaches in a handsome mortal form, walking through the celebration just to get to you. He charms you. Praising you, easing you into him. And then he offers you a cup. Just one sip. You hesitate of course, he is a stranger making an offer. But Dionysus has his ways, he tempts you. Just take it, you know you want to. 

One sip of the wine has you downing it. It tastes divine; like honey, so sweet. Even having the urge to ask for more. The world seems all the more alive, colors more vibrant, the sounds melt into melodic laughter. You are in complete bliss as giggles escape your lips. Dionysus kisses you and you lost in it all, let him, even kiss him back. 

Dionysus dances with you still in his mortal form, spinning you around even briefly lifting you. The god lays you on his lap among the soft cushions after. Finally showing his divine self. Those around are indulging their desires further, becoming a puddle of naked bodies. Their moans reach your ears as Dionysus has you all to himself and soon enough your moans join theirs. 

Your days are all blurred together, time passing like a running river. You're spoiled and adored by the god of wine. Flowers braided into your hair, fruit fed to you by his hands. Either you are up dancing with him, parading you to his followers or resting in his lap even sleeping against his chest. Anyone who touches you without his consent will dance till their feet bleed or he’ll have his maenads tear them apart in a frenzy. 

It could be the wine wearing off or even witnessing the horrifying act that snaps you briefly back to your senses. Given a moment of sobriety, you try to make a run for it. His followers surround you, trapping you from leaving. Dionysus will embrace you from behind as he offers you another cup back to your lips. Don’t leave. Lose yourself again. Let him cherish you. And as your mind is in haze again, he wonders aloud wouldn’t it be beautiful if he made you immortal?

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POSEIDON, god of sea

Poseidon’s love would feel like drowning: it’s suffocating and impossible to escape.

He would become obsessed with the idea that you are his calm. The only thing capable of quieting the violent rage inside him. The sea would literally respond to your emotions. If you cry, the tides rise. If you’re calm, the ocean becomes glass-smooth.

Poseidon wouldn’t want you near other people because humans are unpredictable. The ocean, however, is loyal. It obeys him. So he would begin trying to pull you closer and closer to the water. Trips to the coast, walks by the sea, and storms that conveniently trap you near shorelines.

Eventually, you would realize that the sea reacts when you try to leave. Boats break, storms appear suddenly, and urrents drag you back. It seems the ocean refuses to let you go.

Poseidon wouldn’t see this as kidnapping. To him, it’s protection from the cruelty of land. Humans betray. Humans hurt. But the sea? The sea worships you because he does.

And if someone tried to take you away, he wouldn’t even try to hide the destruction. He’d want the world to understand:

If they take you, they drown with you.

HERA, goddess of marriage

Hera’s obsession wouldn’t come from passion, it would come from devotion. Once she decides you’re hers, she treats you like something sacred and pure that the world doesn’t deserve.

Unlike Zeus or Poseidon, she wouldn’t destroy your enemies instantly. She would ruin them with areers collapse, friendships turning toxic, families growing distant… People who get too close to you suddenly become miserable without knowing why.

Hera believes in loyalty above everything else. If you love her back, even just a little, she becomes very gentle. Almost motherly in a dark way.

But if you ever show affection toward someone else?

Hera wouldn’t hurt you. She would hurt the person you loved. She would twist their life into something unbearable until they abandon you on their own.

And the worst part is: she would comfort you afterward. She would hold you gently, whispering that the world always disappoints you, that people are weak, that only she understands you completely. She wouldn’t force you to stay.

She would make you believe leaving her would destroy you.

DEMETER, goddess of agriculture

Demeter would see you as something soft and fragile that the world is constantly trying to steal (as Persephone). Every small hardship in your life becomes proof that you cannot survive without her protection.

At first, her love feels warm and comforting. She feeds you, takes care of you, makes sure you’re never lonely. But slowly, that warmth becomes suffocating. She doesn’t want you to grow. Growing means independence, and independence means losing you.

So she starts controlling your life in small ways. Choosing where you go. Who you talk to. What’s “safe” for you. Anyone who encourages you to become stronger becomes her enemy.

If you ever tried to leave her, she wouldn’t scream or rage. The world would simply begin to die.

Plants would wither. Crops would fail. Seasons would stop moving. Winter would stretch endlessly. Not out of cruelty, but because Demeter cannot function without you.

APHRODITE, goddess of love

The moment Aphrodite becomes obsessed, your life changes little by little. People still admire you, they still look at you, but the love never feels real. Relationships crumble for no reason, and the confessions feel hollow. Something is always missing.

That’s because Aphrodite refuses to share what belongs to her.

Every time you try to love someone else, the relationship becomes painful, awkward and empty, like your heart refuses to respond. That’s the work of his loyal Eros.

Meanwhile, she would appear in your life in gentle ways. Dreams, mirrors, reflections… there are some moments where you feel watched, but in a strange comforting way.

Eventually, you would start craving her presence without realizing why.

Aphrodite would want you dependent on her. She wants to be the only one who can make your heart race, the only one who can make you feel desired, the only one who can make you feel loved.

Not because she’s insecure. But because she believes love itself belongs to her, and therefore, so do you.

ATHENA, goddess of wisdom

Athena would study you first. Learn everything. Your fears, your habits, your weaknesses, and the exact type of affection you crave.

Then she would become the perfect person for you.

You would think you fell in love naturally. You would believe it was your choice. But in reality, Athena prepared the entire relationship like a strategy.

Once you’re attached, she becomes possessive. She doesn’t isolate you violently, she just makes everyone else seem unnecessary. No one understands you like she does. No one protects you like she does. No one can predict your needs like she does.

If you ever tried to break away, Athena wouldn’t panic. She would outthink you. Every escape plan would fail before it even begins. Every decision you make would somehow lead you back to her.

Because she predicted you perfectly.

ARTEMIS, goddess of the hunt

Artemis would see you as something she needs to protect from the corruption of the world.

She would become obsessed with the idea that humanity is dangerous, that people will hurt you, betray you, and taint you. So she slowly pulls you away from civilization by forest walks, silent nights, and distance from crowds.

The more time you spend with her, the more peaceful it feels. Until one day you realize you don’t remember the last time you saw another person.

Artemis wouldn’t lock you up physically. She would make the outside world feel threatening. The forest becomes your safe space, and she becomes the only person you trust inside it.

If someone tried to take you away, Artemis would react like a predator protecting its territory.

APOLLO, god of the sun

Apollo would love you the way artists love their greatest masterpiece: obsessively, and selfishly.

He would become fascinated with every detail of you. Your voice, your laugh, your emotions… he would turn you into poetry, music, and art. At first, it feels flattering.

But then you realize something disturbing: Apollo doesn’t want you to change.

He doesn’t want you to grow, mature, or move on. Because the version of you he fell in love with is the version he immortalized. If you change, his “perfect creation” disappears.

So he encourages you to stay the same, to stay dependent and fragile. Because that’s the version of you he worships.

If someone else tries to “improve” you, Apollo sees it as destruction. And he will destroy them in return.

Because to Apollo, you aren’t just someone he loves. You are something he created, and creators don’t share their masterpieces.

ARES, god of war

The moment he becomes attached, you become the one thing that calms his rage. Which means he cannot risk losing you. Ever.

He wouldn’t try to control you, he would control the world around you through violence. Anyone who insults you, touches you, or even looks at you wrong becomes a target.

At first, it feels powerful and safe. Like nothing in the world could hurt you.

But then you realize something horrifying: Ares isn’t protecting you from danger, he’s also creating danger just to defend you from it.

Fights start because he wants an excuse to prove his devotion. Wars feel personal and violence becomes proof of love.

If you tried to leave him, he wouldn’t beg. He would become destructive. Not toward you, but toward everything else. Which of course makes you feel guilty: would you sacrifice so many innocent people only for your sake, mmh?

But the scariest part? He would never apologize.

HEPHAESTUS, god of blacksmithing

Hephaestus wouldn’t chase you aggressively. He would simply… build things for you. Small gifts at first, objects and tools that solve your problems.

Then the gifts start becoming more personal. Things only someone who watches you closely would know you need.

He would never admit he’s obsessed. But you would feel it. The way he looks at you like you’re something delicate that could break at any moment, and the way he hates anyone who hurts you.

If you ever tried to leave, he wouldn’t threaten you. He would simply remind you of everything he built for you. Everything he fixed. Everything he sacrificed.

And slowly, you would start feeling guilty for wanting freedom.

He would trap you by making you feel like leaving him would destroy someone who loves you more than anyone ever could.

HERMES, god of messengers

Hermes would be one of the most unsettling because his obsession would feel playful, until it suddenly isn’t.

He would appear everywhere in your life. Random coincidences, messages arriving at the perfect moment and someone always helping you when you’re lost. You’d think you’re lucky.

But eventually, you realize something: Hermes knows everything you do. Every secret, every thought, every place you go.

He wouldn’t isolate you violently. He would just make sure you can’t escape him. Even if you run, he’ll find you faster. Even if you hide, he’ll know where you are.

The scariest part is that he never looks angry. He just smiles gently and says things like, “You don’t have to run from me.”

It’s inescapable.

DIONYSUS, god of wine

Dionysus’s love would feel intoxicating at first. It would be exciting and freeing.

He would make you feel alive in a way no one else ever has. There are no rules or guilt, just passion.

But slowly, that freedom turns into dependency.

You start needing him to feel happy. Needing him to feel brave. Needing him to feel alive. And Dionysus knows it. He doesn’t force it, he only encourages it, like he’s helping you discover your “true self.”

But your “true self” only exists when he’s there.

If you ever tried to leave, Dionysus wouldn’t stop you. He would let you go, and then the world would feel empty again, grey and lifeless, like joy itself disappeared.

Because it did.

Dionysus doesn’t want to cage you.

He wants you to choose the cage yourself.

HADES, god of the Underworld

Hade’s love would feel eternal.

He wouldn’t rush anything. He would simply wait. And slowly, he would become the only person who truly understands your loneliness.

You would feel safe with him in a way you never have with anyone else. You would feel seen and calm.

And then one day, you realize something horrifying: You don’t want to leave him anymore.

Hades wouldn’t trap you with chains. He would trap you with comfort and understanding. A love that feels deeper than anything on the surface world.

And even if you tried to leave, he would never chase you. He would wait.

Because he knows something you don’t:

🏺- 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.