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spice-olympus · 8 months

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Hold Me Like A Grudge

Pairing: Minthe/Eris

Words: 3000

Summary: Minthe rants to Eris about her relationship with Hades, and Eris offers to distract her.

Content Warnings: Discussion of dubious consent between Minthe and Hades (on both sides), rough sex, explicit femslash, Minthe's perspective on her relationship with Hades does not reflect the author's.

Rated: E (18+ Only, Please!) / Read It On AO3 Here!

God, I hate them.

Minthe sat by the riverside, staring at the water as it rushed by. Her own river was underground, and being on the surface had never felt quite right to her. The days were too bright, and the nights were too quiet. Down in the Underworld the city was bustling at all hours, lit by streetlights and distant stars.

However, thanks to Zeus and Persephone, Minthe was stuck here in the sunlight for the time being.

I hate them so much.

“Brooding all by yourself?”

Minthe turned to see Eris standing at the top of the slope behind her, a jagged silhouette against the summer sky.

“Unless you want to join me,” Minthe said with a grin.

She liked Eris. She liked that the other nymphs were nervous around her. Eris had a ‘zero fucks given’ energy that Minthe was looking to embody. As much as she tried to pretend otherwise, she currently gave way too many fucks.

Minthe ran a hand through her hair as Eris came and sat beside her, wings tucked around her shoulders in a chaotic mess of black feathers.

“Tell me about it,” Eris said. “I can feel your rage from the other side of the mountain.”

“I don’t even know where to start.”

“Anywhere.”

Minthe put her elbows on her knees and leaned forwards, staring down at the grass.

“I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. Like, I was Hades’s assistant for seven years, and I don’t know if I was any good at it, or if he was just keeping me around for the sex. I bought into this whole idea that Thetis was selling me about ‘making it,’ but when Hades actually wanted to commit, I freaked out!” Minthe rolled her eyes. “I didn’t even want to be his wife, I don’t know if I wanted to be his secretary. I was just broke and scared and he helped, and… it fucking snowballed. And now I’m here and he doesn’t want me and I don’t have anything without him, and I’m like, Gaia, did I even have anything with him?” She fell backwards on the grass, staring up at the trees.

“Can I be honest?” Eris turned her neck to face Minthe, a little further than should be possible.

“Sure.”

“He sounds like a dick.”

“He was,” Minthe groaned. “He never gave me time off unless he was dragging me to some stupid event with his family. He asked me to rearrange his schedule on a whim whenever one of his brothers had an issue. He was a terrible boss and I fucking hated him and I miss him like crazy.” Pressing the heels of her palms into her eyes, Minthe sighed. “It would be so much better if I didn’t miss him.”

“Hook up with a nymph,” Eris suggested.

“Tried it,” Minthe said. “Not the same.”

“Not the right nymph, then.”

“It’s not that, it’s- ugh, you don’t want to hear this.”

“I really do, though.”

Even with her eyes closed, Minthe could hear Eris’s mischievous smile.

“It’s about the power. At first, Hades was always the one with the power: I mean, he was my boss. But then I realized he liked it when I pushed him, and that was… kind of addicting. It was like I could get back at him for his ridiculous demands, and he liked it. And when he wanted to, he could just hold me, you know? I couldn’t fight him if he didn’t let me, and I know that was probably not great, but no nymph can really give me that same… I don’t know.”

“You miss the risk.” Eris’s voice sounded a little different, like there was another voice behind the words, a faint echo.

“I guess. Is that fucked up?”

Minthe opened her eyes and wasn’t surprised to find Eris crouching beside her, yellow eyes wide. Eris was inspecting her like a bug, her nose inches from Minthe’s.

“Very,” Eris answered, in that same echoing voice. “Did you use safewords?”

“No.” Minthe could feel her heartbeat in her throat, a fluttering response to Eris’s attention. “If he didn’t like something, he just stopped me.”

“And you?”

“Me?”

“What if you wanted to stop?”

“It wasn’t like that.” Minthe glanced to the side, unable to keep eye contact with those curious slit pupils. “Hades was gentler with me. Mostly. He wouldn’t hurt me.”

“Did you want him to?”

Eris’s wings were spread wide as she leaned over Minthe on the riverbed, and her eyes seemed to block out the entire sky.

“Sometimes.”

“Do you want me to hurt you?”

“Maybe.” Minthe glanced down at the talons that Eris had dug into the grass to keep herself balanced. “I’ve never been able to stop fighting.”

“Good.” Eris smiled with a mouth full of sharp teeth. “I like fighting. But you have to be sure that you want it.”

The world had faded. There was only Minthe and Eris. Minthe’s body was tingling in anticipation.

“I want it.”

“Tell me no at any point and I’ll stop. But you can fight as much as you like without saying it, and I won’t stop. Is that what you want?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me one more time.”

“I said yes,” Minthe snapped, and twisted up.

Eris came to meet her, wings spread. Minthe captured her mouth, biting down on her bottom lip. Eris laughed against her and opened her lips to welcome Minthe’s kiss. Minthe closed her eyes and felt their mouths slide together, the edges of Eris’s sharp teeth and the quick darts of her tongue, almost challenging her to keep up.

Still absorbed in the kiss, Minthe wrapped her arms around Eris’s neck, dragging her fingertips across the goddess’s shaved head in the same way she would grab another lover’s hair. Eris purred, a feral sound back in her throat, and swung a leg over Minthe to pin her down. With a clawed hand, she pushed Minthe’s dress up and dragged her nails over the curve of her hip.

Minthe broke the kiss to gasp at the sting of the scratches, giving Eris the chance to get her sharp teeth on Minthe’s neck. There was no warning before she bit down, a sudden burst of pain that had Minthe tilting her head back for more.

Eris laughed in a cacophony of voices. “I thought you were going to fight,” she teased, but leaned down to bite another mark into Minthe’s collarbone, alternating between teeth and lips to bring dark colour blooming on Minthe’s skin.

Eris’s words lit a fire inside of Minthe that burned alongside her arousal: overpowering the instinct to lay down and submit in the presence of this golden-eyed predator. She kicked her legs up and wrapped them around one of Eris’s thighs, keeping Eris’s head pressed to her neck as she flipped them both over so that she was on top.

Cackling again, Eris spread her wings in the dirt, a vision of gold and scarlet skin, fangs glinting in the sun as she laughed. Minthe let her own nails grow into claws and used them to slash at the sleeves of Eris’s dress, weakening the fabric until she could rip it down, exposing Eris’s neck and collarbones.

“Come on,” Eris goaded her and Minthe hissed back, pinning down her shoulders and biting her in a reproduction of the marks Eris had left on her own neck. Once she realized Eris wasn’t actively fighting back, she moved her hands from Eris’s shoulders down to the goddess’s hips, pulling her against Minthe’s thigh in a rolling grind.

Eris made a sound of appreciation, moving with Minthe’s hands, cupping her palm around Minthe’s head to keep her mouth in one place until she’d bitten hard enough for Eris to pull her back again.

“Good girl,” Eris murmured and Minthe bared her teeth, ripping Eris’s dress further off her body, exposing the goddess’s small breasts, dappled sunshine moving across them. Minthe attacked them with tooth and nail, flicking her tongue across the pebbled nipples, scratching golden lines just under her collarbones. Eris moaned, bucking her hips up against Minthe’s thigh, and Minthe braced herself against the ground to let the goddess grind against her, satisfaction humming in her chest. She bit down again and again, leaving the imprint of her teeth in divine skin, a sacrilege with each taste.

Eris dragged her nails down Minthe’s back and Minthe felt her dress split under the talons, air whispering across her shoulder-blades as she took one of Eris’s nipples back into her mouth, pressing her tongue around it in a sharp circle.

The next pass of Eris’s nails was directly against Minthe’s skin, and Minthe bit down at the sensation, both of them groaning at once at the shared ache.

Eris twisted under her, pressing a knee between Minthe’s thighs in a favor that bordered on pain. Still, Minthe bucked against it, uncurling to press her mouth back against Eris’s. This kiss was longer than their first, a give-and-take of tongues and teeth and pressure. Minthe could feel herself unravelling, desire overtaking all remaining thought.

Eris curled her fingers around Minthe’s wrists and pulled her hands to her wings, letting Minthe feel the silken down feathers at their base. The feeling was new, and Minthe explored them with a curious touch, judging the sensation by how Eris reacted in the kiss. Digging her fingers into the feathers got a bite to her lower lip so Minthe continued, feeling the feathers straighten under her fingers from their usual chaos.

Closer to Eris’s spine, where the wings met the skin, Minthe’s attention made Eris positively writhe, hips moving in a restless search for contact.

The goddess’s desperation made Minthe burn with need, and she pulled them up to a sitting position, Eris’s thighs spread around her hips. In this position Minthe could press their chests together, one hand combing through the base of Eris’s wings as the other one snuck down between Eris’s thighs, where her fingers found her dripping.

“Fuck,” Eris hissed, fisting a hand in Minthe’s hair and pressing their foreheads together. Minthe dragged a finger up her lips, barely brushing over her clit before returning to the place where she was wet, parting her and pressing at her entrance. She repeated this path twice, testing how long Eris would let her tease, feeling her hand clench in her hair every time she refused to slide her finger deeper.

On the third time, Eris pushed her backwards, Minthe hitting the ground with a laugh of victory. Before she could orient herself, Eris was straddling her face, one hand in her hair as she hovered above her.

“Say you want it,” Eris demanded, tugging Minthe’s hair hard enough to sting.

“I want it,” Minthe said easily, and opened her mouth in welcome.

Eris ground down against her without sympathy, drowning Minthe in her scent. She smelled like coppery blood, that hint of sweet nectar that all the gods seemed to share, and the base pure scent of arousal. Minthe let her tongue drag through Eris’s lips, trying to press on her clit, but Eris was grinding down against her too hard to let her do anything other than allow Eris to use her mouth. Eris set her own pace, one hand braced on the ground as her hips rolled against Minthe.

Minthe’s hands were free, so she slipped two of her fingers into herself, not bothering to tease. She was wet enough already, and the relief of something inside of herself was good enough to make her groan into Eris.

She moved her fingers in time with Eris’s thrusts, pressing the heel of her hand against her clit to keep herself on the edge, not yet in danger of tipping into climax. Eris drew slightly back, and Minthe tilted her head up to follow her, now free to use her tongue to its full advantage. Eris buckled under her ministrations, both elbows slamming into the ground. Her breaths came out short and desperate, thighs trembling on either side of Minthe’s head.

Minthe would have grinned if her mouth wasn’t so busy. Instead, she brought her hands up to cup Eris’s ass, keeping her exactly where she wanted her. Lavishing attention first on Eris’s clit with vicious little swipes of her tongue, Minthe shifted down and pressed her tongue inside Eris, drinking down her arousal as she pressed deeper. Eris tried to buck down against her but Minthe wouldn’t allow it, pressing her fingers deeper into the swells of Eris’s buttocks as a reminder to stay where she was put.

Eris’s breath broke in a groan, and Minthe twisted her tongue inside her before swiping up through her folds, back to her clit. Brimming with victory, Minthe didn’t give Eris a break from the sensation, rolling her clit between her tongue and lips in a quickening rhythm. She savoured the feeling of Eris bucking against her hands, and then Eris came apart in a shaking orgasm, Minthe dipping down again to trace her tongue through the fresh wave of arousal until Eris tore herself free.

Eris bent down to kiss her, licking her own slick off Minthe’s lips and flicking her tongue into Minthe’s mouth in a savage mirror of Minthe’s technique. Her wings were puffed up and her eyes were wild, and Minthe laid back and let her do what she wanted, satisfied to have made her climax first.

Eris pulled Minthe’s dress the rest of the way off, already hanging from her shoulders from the slashes across her back. Her attention was a weight on Minthe’s chest, keeping her pinned down. Her tongue slipped from her mouth, long and forked, and curled around Minthe’s nipple. Minthe dug her fingers into the grass on either side of her, worked up enough that the pleasure set her on edge, her mind breaking into pure sensation.

The twin ends of Eris’s tongue swept around her nipple as Eris’s hands pressed Minthe’s thighs apart, spreading her open and vulnerable. Minthe closed her eyes.

“Look at me,” Eris said with her hundred voices, and Minthe obeyed. Eris’s big yellow eyes stared up at her from between her legs, and she grinned with that same mischievous smile that always showed up when she’d been playing pranks on the nymphs, before ducking her head and putting her forked tongue to good use.

Minthe cried out immediately, pleasure spreading from her core to the ends of her fingers. Eris held up a hand and Minthe watched her shake it twice, talons transforming into dull nails with the movement. She wiggled her fingers at Minthe, her yellow eyes shining with mirth, then brought her hand down to join her mouth.

Two fingers slid inside her and crooked at just the right angle, working in tandem with the tongue that played her like an instrument, and Minthe was breaking faster than she thought was possible. She could hear herself gasping, a rhythmic ‘ah- ah- ah’ with each breath.

In the end, the orgasms came one after another, pulling her to peaks of increasing bliss: one, two, three, and then a sweet plateau of pleasure that had Minthe ready to weep before Eris did something with her tongue that tipped her over into a fourth orgasm that washed the others away in a surge of overstimulated rapture that seemed to last for hours.

Eris pulled back and took a deep breath as if she’d forgotten about air for the past ten minutes. Minthe laid on the grass, blinking up at the sky as she waited for feeling to return to her limbs.

“Better than the nymph?” Eris asked, her voice returned to normal. She tugged the rags of her own dress off and stretched out in a patch of sunlight, unabashed in her nudity.

“What’s a nymph?” Minthe said, trying to move her fingers. “I’ve forgotten Greek.” Eris laughed, the flash of her teeth making a little flame of arousal leap up again in Minthe’s chest before her absolute exhaustion snuffed it out.

“I like you. We should do this again sometime.”

“I think I might not be able to move for a few weeks,” Minthe said.

“I can work with that.” Eris rolled over and crawled closer, lying down beside Minthe on her stomach, head on her arms and one wing spread over Minthe’s chest, as if to block her nudity. “You can just lie there and I’ll do all the work.”

“That would be selfish of me.” Minthe managed to wiggle her toes and counted that as a victory. Maybe she would be able to roll over in a few minutes.

“I think that would be good for you. More people should be selfish.” Eris yawned, jaw stretching too far for her human face. “And I’d enjoy it either way.”

Shit, Minthe might be a little bit in love. She watched Eris curl up, one wing still stretched over her, and reached out to touch the line of her cheekbone. Eris blinked at her with yellow eyes and smiled, then moved closer to hook a foot over one of Minthe’s legs, a small point of contact as she closed her eyes and seemed to settle in for a nap.

Minthe stared at her for a few more seconds, then closed her eyes as well. She wasn’t tired enough to sleep, but she could rest here beside Eris for a while. Hopefully the river nymph of this particular river wouldn’t come back anytime soon, or she’d be treated to an eyeful of naked goddess and nymph, curled up together in the lazy sunlight.

Minthe smiled to herself at the thought. Maybe spending time with Eris was good for her after all: she didn’t give a fuck if someone saw them together.

The only thing that seemed important in that moment was the press of Eris’s ankle against her calf, and the lingering taste of her on Minthe’s lips.

#lore olympus #nsft #mdni #femslash #f/f fanfic #eris lore olympus #minthe lore olympus #sympathetic minthe #i am feral for eris and i want to write about her always #my writing

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I have such a hard time remembering who's related in Lore Olympus when I'm writing fanfiction. It's so funny to me that the author was just like 'well, I don't want to deal with incest so I'm going to retcon that all the girls were created from the ether. The boys can still be brothers though lol'

I keep calling characters 'her sister' or 'his aunt' and then being like 'ah shoot wait a second they're not one big fucked up family in this universe.' Honestly? Tragic. It's part of the Olympic charm.

#maybe people would fuss less about the age gap if they were still uncle and niece lmao #keeps it in the realm of 'fucked up royal family' and less in the 'business merged with royalty' aesthetic #zeus and hera not being siblings is just so confusing in my head #tw incest #lore olympus #kov speaks

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Fuck them up, baby!

#persephone lore olympus #lore olympus #my art #it's giving sith lord #but we're vibing #lo persephone

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spice-olympus · 8 months

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#you fool this is the polycule bed

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This Overwhelming Feeling of Joy

Summary: My interpretation of Hades and Persephone's wedding night, past the fade-to-black. Loving married sex, some height difference technicalities, and a lot of laughing in bed.

Content Warnings: brief mention of past sexual trauma, size difference

Rated: E (18+ Only, Please!) / Read It On AO3 Here!

Persephone all but collapses onto the couch when they reach their room, giggling in spite of herself from the pure unreality of the last twenty-four hours. The early morning light of Olympus is coming through the wide windows, but Persephone’s body is still buzzing with excitement. She’s already running over memories of her wedding day as she watches Hades cross the room to pick up the telephone and order them beverages. Eros dancing with her, spinning her until she was dizzy: Hera’s smile as she congratulated them: Hades’s whispered vow, the words crawling up the nape of her neck before his public words of love and support.

“Thanks,” Persephone says when Hades hangs up the phone. Her throat hurts from singing and laughing and crying, and hot tea sounds like just the right thing. Her husband (!!!) comes to kneel beside her, his hair in disarray from a night full of celebration. He’s even more beautiful like this, in the dim morning light, the same giddy disbelief on his face.

“I’m still so wired, but so tired at the same time.” Persephone gets a foot out from under the many layers of her wedding dress and Hades accepts it with both hands, his skin always so cool against Persephone’s. “My feet hurt from dancing.” Hades slips off her shoe, one finger running along her heel.

“Did you like the party?” He sounds almost nervous, as if he couldn’t tell that Persephone was having the best night of her life.

“Yes, it was perfect.” Persephone grins over the ruffled layers of her skirt. Her shoe looks like a doll’s toy in Hades’s hand, his fingers easily wrapping around it. It takes her a moment to see just how unsettled he looks by his own question, and the uncertainty on his face hasn’t been dispelled by her answer. His eyes are still on her foot, and he doesn’t look up at her to meet her eyes.

Persephone pushes herself up, fighting against the dress to get closer to Hades. “Please don’t overthink it,” she says, pleading.

“Didn’t I stop you from ‘doing all the things’?” Hades asks, still looking to one side.

“Hades look at me,” Persephone says, and his eyes snap up obediently. “If I did not want to marry you, we wouldn’t be sitting here. Got it?”

“Loud and clear.” Hades’s shoulders finally drop from their anxious arch, and Persephone smiles, relaxing back against the arm of the couch.

“And we can still do all those things. They’ll just be even better because you’re my husband now.”

“I like the sound of that.” Hades playfully scoops up Persephone’s bare foot and presses a kiss to the ball of her foot, right where the ache of dancing has settled. Persephone closes her eyes to enjoy the feeling of his attention.

“There’s only one problem,” she says, hiding her smile as she unhooks the garter belt under her skirts and pushes her stocking partway down.

“And what is that?” Hades asks, clearly picking up on her mood as he gets to his feet and pulls her stocking the rest of the way off. Persephone wiggles her toes, finally free from all their layers, then pushes her dress down so she can roll onto her stomach.

“Well, you see… I had bought some lingerie for tonight, which I intended to change into. But I can’t all these buttons undone myself…”

“I can help you with that.”

Hades picks her up in one swift movement, making Persephone squeak and then throw her arms around his neck. Again she laughs from the pure joy, as he carries her to the bed and shoulders aside the sheer curtains that surround it, setting Persephone down on the mattress. He’s so careful with her, brushing the skirts of the dress down so it doesn’t fold the wrong way, then running a hand down the curve of her back, where the thirty silk buttons run from her neck to the ruffle of skirts.

“So, you’re not going to rip my dress off?” Persephone asks, propping herself up on her elbows so she can look backwards.

“Maybe another time,” Hades promises, laying one hand on her back. She can feel it through the dress, the way it spans her shoulder-blades. Smiling, Persephone closes her eyes and surrenders herself to the feels of Hades working his way down her dress, one button at a time unfastening and letting the cool air of the room whisper across the skin of her back. Hades’s fingers trace little patterns on every inch of exposed skin, a quiet worship that reminds her of the vow he whispered to her at the altar, of power and respect.

“You know, it’s very hot in the mortal realm all the time,” Persephone finds herself saying, as Hades reaches the small of her back, the last of the buttons, and spreads her dress open. “Even when it rains, it’s still warm.” She wriggles out of the sleeves and lets the bodice fall around her waist, twisting up to face her husband. He looks almost dazed, his eyes focused on her face as if he’s trying to absorb her words with all of his attention. “But on a rare day, the temperature will drop briefly.”

Persephone hooks her fingers into her husband’s pants and undoes the clasp, tugging his shirt up so she can touch the hard planes of his stomach, then turn her attention to undoing the buttons of his shirt. He’s still looking at her with all of his attention, as if he doesn’t notice the way she’s opening his shirt, exposing the lines of his chest and the scars that slash across it. His arms are still at his sides, letting Persephone slide the straps of his suspenders down and then throw his shirt back off his shoulders.

“I don’t know what it is about the sudden chill, but I would always get this overwhelming feeling of joy.”

The intensity of his gaze makes Persephone feel transcendent. She pulls her hair out of the bun, runs her hands through it and flicks a few stray bobby pins onto the floor beside the bed. “It was always marred by ambiguity… but I think it was about you.” She rests her hands on his chest, spreading her fingers out to feel the coldness of his skin. Just like the Underworld, just like those brief cold patches that caught her unawares in the mortal world, raising the hair on the back of her neck.

As if finally released from a spell, Hades moves, pulling her against him and tilting her chin up to press their mouths together. Here, Hades is warm, and his tongue is a demand against her lips, his hands holding her tight. Hades pulls away from her only to press a kiss to the side of her neck, and then down to her breasts. Her bra stops him from reaching lower, but he places lingering kisses along the swells of her cleavage, his hands reaching around to undo the clasp and pull it away.

“You’re beautiful,” Hades murmurs, and Persephone is dizzy with it all.

“I’m yours,” she answers simply, and Hades buries his face in the curve of her neck, his hands on her waist holding her even tighter for a moment. Persephone hopes she has bruises tomorrow, although she knows her divine skin is made of tougher stuff than that.

After the moment to regain his composure, Hades reclaims her lips. Persephone has never felt so wonderfully overwhelmed by someone’s touch before Hades: she feels wild when he kisses her, like she could tear his clothes off and crawl into his ribs just to be closer to him. It scares her and excites her in equal measure.

Hades presses her gently back against the pillows, and Persephone lets it happen: Hades doesn’t break the kiss as he pushes her wedding dress down and down and off her legs. Persephone hears the soft sound of it hitting the floor beside the bed, and now she is just in her underwear and Hades is running his hands over the curves of her sides, the swell of her hips, the divots that separate her hips and thighs.

It’s lovely, and then Hades leans down close enough that their chests brush, and Persephone flinches.

Immediately, Hades draws back from her, hands held up as if in surrender.

“No, come back,” Persephone protests, reaching out for him. “You startled me, come back.”

“Am I too cold?” Hades asks, hands still hovering.

“Of course not. Keep kissing me.” Persephone manages to reach Hades’s face and pulls him back down, cupping both sides of his jaw and guiding their lips back together. Hades allows it, but his hands stay on either side of Persephone’s head, no longer touching her, and something about it doesn’t feel right. She feels trapped.

“Can we-” Persephone mumbles, pulling back from the kiss. She’s frustrated with herself and this feeling. Her wedding night is supposed to be perfect, isn’t it? “Could I, uh-” She can’t say it out loud but she flips her hands around and raises her eyebrows at Hades.

“Oh! Of course.”

Hades picks her up and twists around so that his back hits the pillows and drops Persephone on his chest. She makes a little sound of surprise at the maneuver, but once she’s sitting on top of him, it’s definitely much better. She stretches her arms, reasserting her freedom, and looks down to see Hades staring up at her with awe-struck eyes.

“Can I touch you?” he asks, and Persephone aches with love and need in equal measure.

“Please.”

His hands are back on her before she can breathe, settling on her hips in quiet appreciation, then running up her sides with a light enough touch that Persephone twists and giggles from the touch, too ticklish. Hades’s lips quirk, clearly saving that information for later. For now, he cups her breasts in his hands, running a thumb along their curve and then in dancing circles inwards until it brushes over her nipple and Persephone arches with a gasp. It’s a light, exploratory touch, yet she feels it down to her toes.

Her hands come up, searching for something to grab, and settle around Hades’s wrists, keeping his hands where they are. He scratches his nails gently on the sides of her breasts and Persephone can’t breathe. Hades doesn’t stop touching her, switching between light touches and sweeps across her nipples, keeping her on-edge and writhing in a new symphony of feelings. It’s so much and not enough, and she realizes she’s grinding down on Hades’s chest, trying to get friction.

On the verge of overstimulation, Persephone breaks his grip by leaning down and kissing him again, enjoying the new angle and the way he has to tilt his chin up for her, instead of the other way around. Mirroring Hades earlier, Persephone presses more kisses to his jawline and his throat, down to his pectoral, where she gives into temptation and presses her teeth into his skin.

Hades jolts and groans and one hand comes up to cup the back of her head.

“Harder,” he tells her, and Persephone obeys, biting down until Hades hisses through his teeth, then peppering the area with gentle kisses to make it better. There’s something satisfying about seeing the double-curve of her teeth in his skin.

Persephone has to scoot back to press a kiss to Hades’s stomach, then the curves of his hips, and she impatiently tugs at his pants to try and get the out of the way. Hades laughs and pulls her forward again, cupping her butt with both palms and dragging her up to his chest. Then he lifts his hips and pushes down his pants, kicking them off the end of the bed.

Persephone wants to see all of him. She reaches back and hooks her fingers into his underwear, tugging at them just as demandingly. Hades laughs again and obediently removes them, then slides a finger under Persephone’s waistband with a questioning eyebrow. Persephone catches his hand and brings it to her mouth so she can kiss his open palm, a silent answer: not yet.

Then she makes her way backwards, so she can straddle Hades’s thighs instead of his chest. It’s not the most elegant manoeuvre she’s ever done, but her mountain of a husband necessitates a little bit of climbing, and they both laugh a little.

Once Persephone is settled, she runs her hands over Hades’s thighs and just looks.

She’s seen Hades’s scars in the pool, but now she can see how they wrap around his hips as well, spanning his body from head to thigh. They shine with the reminder of his immortality: injuries that would have killed anything that could die. Evidence of trauma and evidence of the fact that nothing can take her husband from her.

Beyond that, Hades is an oasis of indigo against the white sheets of the bed, his cheeks faintly dotted with blushing stars as he lets Persephone look her fill. Mortals could write endless poems about the lines of his hips and the ripple of his muscles, and all of them belong to her now.

And then Persephone looks down and is absolutely stunned.

How is that supposed to fit inside me???

She reaches down and gingerly touches the base of his cock, a light press of the fingers to assess that she is, in fact, looking at the real thing. It jumps under her fingers, a slight reaction, and Persephone pulls her hand back, surprised. This is new territory for her: she doesn’t know how to make this good for him. Remembering some half-forgotten porn videos, watched on the phone Artemis had given her, she steels herself and reaches out again.

This time, she wraps her hand around him, finding that her fingers can’t reach all the way to her thumb. She makes an involuntary noise at this realization and Hades laughs, though the sound is strangled.

He reaches up, brushing her hair behind her ear.

“We’ll take it slow,” he promises.

Persephone feels herself blush. “How does it… will it hurt?” She can’t imagine that it won’t, but she wants Hades to reassure her.

“It doesn’t have to,” Hades answers. “We’ll make sure it doesn’t.”

“How?” Persephone runs her fingers along Hades’s cock, fascinated by the texture. She can’t tell if he’s fully hard or just getting there, but the contrast of soft skin and tensed cords is hypnotizing. The skin is loose at the top and she wraps her hand around him again, pulling down the foreskin and revealing the flushed head, a darker indigo than any other part of him. She wants it to fit. She will make it fit.

“Well, first you’ll need these off,” Hades says, and again he tugs her waistband. This time Persephone takes the hint, tugging her panties off and tossing them into the pile of clothes scattered along the side of the bed. “Can I pick you up?”

“Now he asks,” Persephone teases. “Yes, my King.”

“Thank you, my Queen,” Hades says, and lifts her by the inside of her thighs, making her squeak again in surprise. Before Persephone knows up from down, her knees are on either side of the pillow, and Hades is looking up at her with an expression that is far too pleased.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Persephone is frankly worried that she’s going to drip on his face at this point.

“May I?”

“Anything, but- ohfuckHades-” Persephone curls over at the first pass of his tongue over her entrance. She thinks she might pass out, but instead she puts her hands against the headboard and does her best to hold on. “Are you really- ah-”

She doesn’t get through the question but it hardly matters because the answer is yes, he really is. His tongue is wicked, spreading her open and swirling around her clit, an endless back-and-forth that builds her higher than she knew was possible. His hands curl around her thighs, gently encouraging her to rock against his mouth, and Persephone didn’t know she was capable of making the noises she’s making. She rides the waves of pleasure, each one a new surprise, and when she looks down, Hades has his eyes closed and seems to be in ecstasy. His tongue traces circles around her clit, then teases at her entrance, and Persephone feels empty every time.

“Can you- can you-” She wants to ask for something inside of her, a tongue, a finger, anything, and Hades seems to know the rest of the sentence because on his next pass, he curls his tongue into her and she’s shaking apart, reaching down to circle her clit so that he doesn’t even think about moving. He flexes his tongue inside of her and she’s not stopping her own rhythm, and the orgasm takes her further than she expected, leaving her shaky-legged and hungry for more.

She shifts back so she can prop herself up with her arms, gasping for air. Hades is there, kissing her, and she can taste herself in his mouth, bitter and sweet at the same time.

Hades shifts them so that they’re lying beside each other and Persephone collapses on her side in relief, pressing herself feverishly against Hades. She’s so warm, his skin a relief against her breasts and her cheek. She can’t help but throw a leg over him, wanting him closer.

She feels Hades run a hand down her back, then over her thigh, up her inner thigh so that his fingers are close to where she wants them.

“Yes,” she gasps against his chest.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers, and rubs a finger against her lips for a moment before slipping it inside of her. It’s much deeper than his tongue, and she tenses for a moment. He stops, and they both hold still against each other until Persephone breathes deep and relaxes again.

For a moment, Hades presses a finger to her clit, but Persephone winces from overstimulation and he gracefully switches his attention to the finger inside of her, pressing against her inner wall and making her spread her legs further to get more sensation. Two fingers at her entrance make her tense again, but he runs them up and down until she relaxes, and then he slowly slides them into her, and Persephone is on fire again.

She pulls at his shoulders, making him roll on top of her, which makes the angle better. He stays below her, his nose at the level of her chest, and she doesn’t feel trapped at all this way. His fingers rock into her, and he mouths at the curve of her breasts, as if he can’t help it when they’re right in front of him. After a few moments, he swipes his tongue across one of her nipples and Persephone’s back arches off the bed, forcing herself harder onto his fingers. Persephone makes out the corner of a self-satisfied smile before Hades puts his head down and starts to lavish attention on each of her nipples in turn, taking the opportunity to slide a third finger into her.

Persephone didn’t know that the stretch could feel good, but it does, something deep inside her taking pleasure from the sensation of being so full. The dull pleasure of his fingers and the sharp pleasure of his tongue flicking across her nipples is a contrast that has her rocking between them, her pleasure turning to near-silent gasps as she nears her second climax.

She’s sharply disappointed when Hades takes away his fingers, her hips rocking into nothing, but then he’s rolling them over again so that Persephone sits on top of him, and something better than fingers is bobbing in front of her, flushed and waiting.

The loss of her second orgasm makes Persephone desperate, and she wraps her fingers again around Hades’s cock, pumping it to get a feel for its width. Hades groans at her touch, head tossing back against the pillows.

“Remember- ah, take it slow.”

Persephone brings herself up on her knees, balancing on his hipbones, and positions Hades underneath her. She can’t help but feel it out, pressing the head against herself and then rubbing against it, a roll of her hips that has Hades grabbing the sheets on either side of himself. Once she’s sure that they’re both wet, she starts to drop down on him.

And oh, she didn’t know what full felt like before.

Hades is everywhere, inside of her and underneath her, one of his hands grabbing desperately at her thigh. The first orgasm did its work, the stretch almost lost in the slide, but before she gets very far, it starts to chafe. Working on instinct, Persephone pulls off and then settles back down, getting a little further the second time. Hades’s breath catches, but he lets her do what she wants. His hand tightens and relaxes on her thigh, her measurement of his self-control. She has to re-settle herself four times but then something feels right and she can take him deeper than before, gasping with pleasure as she finally reaches his base, legs splayed out onto the blankets.

Persephone can’t help but reach down and touch the place where they’re together. She can’t imagine it, even though she’s here, and the brush of her fingers against her clit make her gasp, throwing her headlong back into the need for her orgasm.

The only problem is that her legs are wide enough that she can’t get into position to ride Hades properly, so she tries rocking back and forth a little.

“Ah-” she gasps, just as Hades groans, and both of them reach out for each other, their hands colliding and tangling together.

Persephone experiments with the little purchase she has, rocking and twisting her hips, and Hades is a man undone beneath her, hips shuddering up against her now that he is no longer trying to keep still.

“Can I-”

“Yes,” Persephone gasps before he can finish, and Hades untangles his hands from hers, cups her hips and moves her. He picks her up just as easily as all the other times he’s scooped her up, and then he drops her back down against his hips.

He’s so deep inside of her, she can feel it everywhere, her whole body singing with it. He lifts her again and Persephone is desperate for it, wriggling against his grip to get him fully back inside of her, where he belongs. He doesn’t deny her, pressing up into her with his heels against the bed, and this way Persephone can feel him moving, thrusting into her like he’s just as desperate, just as wild.

“Yes,” she says again, and Hades holds her there above him, as if she weighs nothing, and he drives himself into her, their hips meeting again and again, and Persephone scratches her nails down his chest because it’s the only thing she can reach. His fingers cup her ass, thumbs digging into her hips, and she is flying in his grasp, running her fingers across his chest, his nipples, her own breasts, and finally giving in and touching herself, playing frantically with her clit as Hades sheathes himself in her over and over again. She can’t tell if she’s nearing climax or far over the edge, entirely lost in the arc of pleasure.

It seems like forever before Hades tires, but eventually he flips them over again and Persephone finds herself back against the cushions. Hades lifts her hips so he can kneel on the bed, not leaning over her but pulling her onto him. Persephone reaches up and braces herself against the headboard with one hand, using that to push herself back onto Hades with frantic need. His hips snap against hers, and she can hear them moving together.

He's trying to stay upright but he’s bowing towards the headboard, groaning each time their hips meet. Persephone pulls him down, so he can rest on his elbows. Her nose brushes against his chest like this, but she doesn’t care anymore, too lost in the exquisite pace of their bodies together, the way Hades is starting to stutter in his rhythm. Persephone drinks in the hitch of his breathing, the groan when she flicks a revengeful tongue against his nipple in return. His thrusts grow more forceful and Persephone puts both hands against the headboard again, in danger of being pushed against it but instead meeting him, strength for strength.

“I--- I love you, I love you,” Hades groans into her ear. “I love you.”

“Ah- Hades, Hades.” Persephone wants to say that she loves him too, but his name is the only thing that spills from her lips.

The sound of it seems to send him over the edge, and he pulls her against him with a moan. She can feel him twitching inside of her, the flood of warmth in her core, and it makes her desperate for her own release. She manages to get a hand down on herself, and it only takes a few desperate movements for her to be over the edge as well, Hades crying out as she ripples around him.

They rock against each other for a few more seconds, the waves of pleasure carrying them further. Their chests are both heaving against each other, and Persephone has to put her head to the side to catch her breath, Hades half-collapsed on top of her but still supporting his weight on his forearms. Finally, he runs a hand through her hair and pulls back, making Persephone wince as he leaves her. It’s a strange feeling of emptiness, no longer marking a need, now just a temporary ache of absence.

Hades rolls onto the mattress beside her and pulls her against him, curling around her back and tucking one arm over her so that Persephone is entirely covered by him.

“…we didn’t get under the blankets,” Persephone observes after a long pause, and both of them start to laugh.

“Let me fix that.” Hades manages to pull the blankets down so they can both scoot underneath, and then tugs them up to Persephone’s shoulders. “Better?”

“Mmm, cozy.” Persephone cups Hades’s forearm where it lies across her stomach. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too. More than anything.”

Persephone smiles and nuzzles her cheek into the pillow. She’s exhausted and still humming with pleasure, and married.

She can’t imagine a better wedding night.

#self rb

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spice-olympus · 8 months

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Nsft prompt list

Send in a character/ship and a number (or multiple) and i'll write a fic for it!

1. Missionary

2. Doggy style

3. Sitting in lap

4. Against a tree/wall

5. Dry humping

6. Fingering

7. Oral

8. Cock warming

9. Mommy/Daddy kink

10. Bondage

11. Gag/Gagging

12. Impact play

13. Shibari

14. Sadism/Masochism

15. Role play

16. Voyeurism/Exhibitionist

17. Wax play

18. Dirty Talk

19. Nipple play

20. Blindfold

21. Orgasm control/edging

22. Praise

23. Degradation

24. Accidental stimulation

25. Public play

26. Breath play

27. Bareback

28. On a motorbike

29. In a car

30. Begging

31. Pet play

32. Double penetration

33. Face fucking

34. Face sitting

35. Wrestling/Play fighting

36. Frotting

37. Tribbing

38. Thigh fucking

39. Intoxication/Drugged

40. Mirror sex

41. Latex/gloves

42. Strip tease

43. Uniform

44. Biting

45. Thigh riding

46. Sensation play

47. Somnophilia

48. Toys

49. Strap on

50. Pegging

51. Teasing

52. Grinding

53. Phone sex

54. Obsessive/Possessive sex

55. Quickie

56. Under the desk

57. On the kitchen table/counter

58. During a movie

59. Hatefucking

60. Overstimulation

61. Body worship

62. Primal play

63. Vibrator play

64. Morning sex

65. Religious play

66. Dubcon

67. Caging

68. Hair pulling

69. Fuck toy

70. Gang bang

71. Putting the condom on for them <3

72. Soft and loving

73. Shower sex

74. With people in the other room

75. Aftercare

76. Threesome

77. Giggly carefree sex

78. First time with specific person

79. Glory hole

80. In heat/a rut

#prompts #does anyone want to be my first request? ^-^#any ship any number!!#I’m working on a longer au so I need something to fill the gaps 😘

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spice-olympus · 8 months

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A vampire calling their pet “My little treat”.

#vampire au..... it's on the brain...

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spice-olympus · 8 months

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I just want to be owned by an extremely powerful nonhuman person please 😭

Make me kneel by your throne as you command your armies. Order your subordinates to protect me. Fuck me in front of them so they know I belong to you and only you. Make them afraid to even look at me without your permission.

Use your authority to keep me dependent on you. Make me afraid to disobey you. Make me feel both safe in your care and scared about what you’ll do with me.

#oof #hades x persephone x reader vibes #text

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spice-olympus · 8 months

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🎵All I wanna do... is see you turn into... a giant woman 🎵

(reverse size difference here!)

#lore olympus #my art #hades x persephone #hades lore olympus #persephone lore olympus #g/t #giant/tiny

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spice-olympus · 8 months

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I'm a simple creature I just want to be held by Hades's Titan-size form <3 <3

#peresphone will get a turn too ^-^#my art #lore olympus #persephone x hades #hades lore olympus #persephone lore olympus #g/t #giant/tiny

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spice-olympus · 8 months

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Has anyone else noticed that Persephone has birthmarks in the shape of the Big Dipper on her back?

Celestial couple! It matches the stars that Hades gets when he’s angry or anxious. I hope he gives her birthmarks lots of kisses <3 I’m sure both of them have complicated relationships with the stars but I hope they love them in each other.

#lore olympus #persephone lore olympus #canon art #I’m gonna make a little banner for my sfw posts #anyone can interact with this post but only adults can follow the blog ^-^

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