A most godly tribute

[ahegao]

TRIBUTE TO THE GODS ( an AU smut meme ) From the beginning of time, people have worshipped the gods of their choosing by offering sacrifices. The reasons - forgiveness, for good fortune, a prosperous crop season- varied, as did the mode of showing such reverence. In some cultures, a simple feast would suffice. In others, those nations more prone to violence and warfare, blood was called for. Now, the gods once again call for bodies to be offered, but no entrails will be spilt. Instead, they ask for carnal pleasure. Why they need sex, no one knows. Whether it be for entertainment, to inspire fealty, or even in order to keep their powers, they require tribute all the same. Often, "younger" gods will need more sacrifices and more followers, while more established and older gods become known for individualized sex acts and habits. For the mortals, not only is being given by your people a great honor, but being a sex tribute to the gods has its perks. Pleasing a god will win extra special blessings, and, tales say, some gods will fall in love with their partners and keep them by their side, an action that means bestowing immortality. The most devoted worshipers might even earn a coveted, blessed gift from their patron: the honor of carrying a demigod child. So, where does your character fall in all this? Are they a mortal? A god? This is an AU, so all characters can be twisted into gods, somehow: ie, the Starks from GoT could be primal, barbarian winter gods while the Homestuck trolls could be elder gods from the outer rim of space. Is the sacrifice consensual, or is there a reluctant human or a god who wishes they didn't have to bother involved? Most importantly, is the sex good enough to earn benefit for all? ( HOW TO PLAY ) Comment with your character, preferences, kinks, and info. If you're AUing your character into being a god, feel free to include some details like what their element or domain would be, family matters/pantheons, if they're young/old, how they feel about the whole tribute process, what they especially like, what it's like to outlive lovers, if they have worshippers, their nature in general, and etc. Go nuts and have fun. Reply to others. Smut!

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Tyrion Lannister ✧ ASOIAF ✧ M/F

[smallprince]

(How could I not reply to this meme? Kink List)

Aging her down to around 18?

[palindrome]

"Then... by all means, my lord..." In her innocence, Hannah takes him at his word, and begins to unlace her bodice. She makes quick work of it despite the trembling in her fingers, the fullness of her breasts almost bursting out of the restrictive fabric as she bares them to his gaze. Her cheeks color and her eyes drop to Tyrion's feet, too self-conscious of her bare skin to look him in the face. In truth this moment has come far sooner than Hannah could have ever imagined, but the demands of royalty and the gods are not to be refused, even something as valuable as a young woman's maidenhead.

"Please partake of these I offer to you."

Paul | Pokemon | OTA

[battlestandby]

[He fits best as a young mortal. Kink List here. Sour attitude, cynical and pessimistic, but also super egotistical and would see this as something new to experience and ego fuel.]

[bringerofdemons]

((Klist here Rather dominant female goddess if you're into it. Offerings of protection to the land and prosperity.))

mantis | mcu | ota

[innerbeauty]

[ Either a tribute to a god offered up by her asshole adopted god dad in order to curry pantheon favor OR, hear me out:

Back long ago, in the first ages of recorded history, a tiny village on Earth was snuggled under a vicious mountain. The elders spoke in whispers of one night where a rock fell from the heavens, leaving a smoldering crater in the cliffs. Being a superstitious and insular lot, the villagers dared not investigate - but rumors only grow when unsubstantiated. The tales of a terrible insectlike monster dwelling in the caves above spread into the surrounding countryside. Within a year, a cult of fear had taken hold of the village, and, hoping religious fervor would save them from the maw of the beast, it became a seasonal ritual to send a strapping individual from the fold (or unsuspecting, unfortunate passers-through) up the mountain to be sacrificed to it, never seen nor heard from again.

Once in what should be their final resting place, however, the honorees learned that the god-creature was not an It; rather, it was a she, and not monstrous, no matter how strange she was.

...yet she could be won over and the few who tried found themselves in the greatest pleasure the human mind could possess. ]

[drehnifusbahi]

[/volunteers as tribute]

Xiao | Granblue Fantasy | M/M

[kemonocuticals]

[ Either role! ]

Achilles | Troy | ota

[swift_footed]

[glowingeyedgoddess]

[Astarte's a semi-oc from Stargate I don't know if you know the show, but in it the ancient gods are technologically advanced alien parasites who plunder Earth for hosts and slaves. Astarte's a fertility 'goddess' so she's definitely inclined to exact tribute in the form of sex, partly because she enjoys it and partly to spawn more of her kind. She'd love to bring Achilles into bed, and maybe offer him the gifts of long life, perfect health and advanced weapons. Would you be interested in exploring that?]

Loretta | OC | F/F

[call_me_captain]

Circe | Madeline Miller's "Circe"

[pharmakis]

Cloud Strife | FFVII (crisis core) | m/m

[backwatertrooper]

[Either! More probably the sacrifice, one way or another, but, if he's the deity, have a young god over swearing oaths and making promises (and punishing those who break or fail the same). Really, he doesn't know how that happened because he has a bad track record with this, and he'd been aiming to be a war god. (This might lend itself well to bondage in relation to the sex, no matter who is tied up; "binding" oaths and whatnot...)]

[poisonousflower]

[What about being offered to a god over sickness and health, that craves regular tribute once every decade?]

[backwatertrooper]

[Sure! I hope this works, and if you prefer brackets, just use those and I'll switch.]

Trudging up the only truly safe path on the mountain, where neither bombs nor dragons or anything else would wander close enough to endanger whoever was on the path that led to the small temple, Cloud wondered sourly if this wasn't a delayed punishment for not protecting Tifa when they fell from the bridge all those years ago. No matter how much this was supposedly (and was supposed to be) an honor, where the tribute did need to fulfil a few parameters...

Cloud was sure being in a coma for a week wouldn't disqualify you--- And then he ducked his head and stared at the nearly snow-free ground as he walked, feeling guilty. Tifa didn't deserve him thinking like that, but it didn't feel fair. His mom had been happy enough - she was probably hoping it was a good sign, but Cloud didn't believe this would make anyone in the village feel any more charitable towards him.

Not that it mattered, though. He'd been chosen, and now he was already here, so wishing he hadn't delayed leaving Nibelheim wasn't going to do anything. Didn't mean Cloud didn't linger on the edge of the little mountain meadow in front of the shrine carved into the side of mount Nibel as it was. It looked... pretty, with more flowers here than the early season should be able to muster. If you accounted for a faint stench of rot, that was.

Rubbing his thighs through the cloak (archaic in style, especially nowadays, and far older than he was), Cloud grimaced and shifted on his feet, then reluctantly walked across the meadow. Stopped in the entrance and peered in, uncertain if he was supposed to go further or wait; they'd just said to 'go to the temple'.

Good instructions there, thanks a lot.

thor (mcu) m/f

[tordn]

[ i mean... god? like for sure? ]

[finsandfeet]

[ Interested in a mermaid or a mermaid in human form? ]

[tordn]

[ absolutely! we could so something where she's offered up as a mermaid and thor uses his powers to grant her a human form at some point for obvious smut-related reasons. ]

[finsandfeet]

The waters have been vicious as of late, the storms tearing apart ships and leaving wrecks all over the ocean.

Normally this wouldn't be an issue for the merfolk, who live safely under the sea, away from the terrors of the hurricanes and other forces of nature. For Ariel it's different, however. She cares about the humans who are dying, tries to save them when she can, but often it's too late.

She wants to do something to make the waters and the weather at least somewhat calmer, and the only thing she can imagine to do is appeal to Thor, the God of Thunder.

On a relatively calm day, Ariel makes her way to shore, sitting in the shallows by the sand and praying to Thor. She doesn't know what the God will want in exchange for his services, but she's prepared to give him anything. Yes, she knows the stories about trading a young woman's virginity for a God's favor, and yes, she's even willing to do that.

All that matters is saving these peoples' lives. For that, Ariel will happily do what needs to be done.

[tordn]

Her prayers reach him. Thor hears thousands of prayers on a daily basis, but most are for courage or strength, for a steady sword or a quick spear. Men beg him for his favor so they may smite their enemies as a bolt of lightning smites the earth. Men on the opposite sides of battle will pray for victory and he can not grant both. Men pray for themselves.

Hearing prayers for the sake of strangers that she owes nothing to impresses him. People, even merpeople, are selfish. It is rare to find one that prays wholeheartedly for the sake of others and he judges her request to have merit.

As she prays, a summer storm passes overhead, rain coming down in sheets with the suddenness of thunder. It ends as quickly and then, as the sun catches the air just so and a rainbow comes into existence, he's suddenly there, a god full in his prime. Rather than standing, he sits before her, the damp sand and surf almost seeming to not touch him.

"I am Thor and I have heard your prayers, Ariel." Thor smiles at her and offers a hand. "Take my hand, young one, and tell me why you desire a lessening of the storms. It is not an easy task and I would know your reasons."

[thequitecontrary]

[Would you like to try threading again? If not, nbd.

Might be fun to AU her to Viking times and have her be a captured Brit who is offered as a sacrifice to Thor.]

[tordn]

[ we can give it another go for sure! i had a few too many threads last time and had to drop some for my sanity's sake.

i like the sound of that! she can be surprised that thor's... the giant, good-natured god he is. ]

[thequitecontrary]

[Awesome. Let me know if any of this needs to be changed.]

With the defeat of her people by the invading Viking force, life had changed much for Mary, the daughter of a local chief. She was thrust from her life of luxury and leisure to a life of hardship and danger. The Vikings had a tendency to be brutal, bloodthirsty people. When they captured her, she thought surely that she would be turned into a slave.

It turned out they had different plans for her. She was to be a sacrifice to Thor, their god of thunder, as thanks for their victory in battle. Mary did not know why they would choose her. Having been married before, she was not a virgin, but perhaps her renown beauty had been the reason.

At first Mary thought that what awaited her was death. Then, when some of the Viking women helped to prepare her, she got a better sense of what her role would be. They removed her clothes and bathed her, rubbing her body with sweet-smelling oils. Her hair was brushed out and decorated in a style that was common of Viking ladies. She was adorned with jewels and dressed in a thin shift that did not leave much to the imagination. It was then she realized that she was being made into a gift for their mightiest god to do with as he pleased.

They brought her to the temple, where she was at least given a cloak in order to help keep her warm. At the altar dedicated to Thor, next to offerings of fruits and meat and gold, Mary was forced to kneel. Her wrists and ankles were bound with rope, lest she try to escape. She knew it was futile. They were outside with weapons and would end up killing her instead.

Mary sat there, trembling from both cold and fear as she waited to see what would happen to her.

[tordn]

Once every season, Thor returned to the temple of those that worshipped him. The number of men and women that did just that was impressive even to a god. The Norse held him in high esteem and he'd never wanted for people to worship at his alter and offering him gifts. Truthfully, he didn't particularly care for gifts or worship; Asgard contained anything he could want and while he often felt he was made for both fighting and fucking, he preferred willing parters.

The Vikings had sent willing women to him as offerings once upon a time until they'd realized that most never came back. Then they'd started offering him slaves. Most of them were never returned either, but for different reasons. Battle was battle and it should be well-fought and come with spoils for the victors, but taking slaves was a practiced he frowned upon. It was better to return the women they sacrificed to their own people. Odin had commanded they accept captives as sacrifices, so he had no power to stop that practice, but what he did with his was his own choice.

Thor didn't need Odin's ability to see the future to know they'd offer him another poor soul seized in raiding. When he descended to the temple, though, Thor blinked at the woman that was bound there. Everything he'd thought was true, but the woman before him was a great beauty. The sacrifices were often pretty enough, but the one before him surpassed any he could remember in the past hundred years. Clad in armor and with Mjolnir at his side, Thor was certain he must have looked imposing. He was the god of thunder, after all.

After watching her a moment, he slowly moved towards and snapped each of the cords that bound her. His eyes darted towards the door, but he offered her his hand.

"I am Thor, the god of thunder, and you need not fear me. I will not touch you save what you ask for." He gave her a smile that he hoped was soothing. "Might I have your name, fair lady?"

[thequitecontrary]

At first Mary wondered if this wasn't a joke, because she had never known gods to visit men like this. With one look at him though, she could tell that this man was the real deal. He was one of the largest and most imposing men she had ever seen, and he snapped the cords around her wrists and ankles with a strength that could only be that of a divine being. She was in awe.

Mary rubbed her sore wrists for a moment, then took his hand to stand up. She was surprised by his gentleness and it left her feeling equal parts relieved and wary. "My name is Mary Crawley, daughter of the chief of the lands of York in Brittainia." She stood tall and looked at him as he spoke, because she was proud of who she was, and despite her fear, she wasn't going to cower before him. "Your people have defeated mine and I have been chosen because they believe I may please you, my Lord."

Standing like this, Mary knew that Thor could probably see as much of her as he wished through the nearly sheer shift that clung to her naked body. She did not flinch or try to hide herself though, preferring to keep some sense of pride about her. Looking at him now, Mary could see that beyond his imposing nature, the god of thunder was quite handsome, one of the most handsome men she had ever seen.

[tordn]

As she introduced herself, Thor's eyes were focused on hers. He'd seen the shift they'd dressed her in, of course, and it was enough to drive any god wild with lust if they stared too long, but he didn't stare. Not yet. Lesser gods needed more sacrifices to maintain their power, but he was one of the greatest and needed fewer. The faith his people had in him sustained him. And when it didn't, it was easy enough to disguise himself as a mortal and find a willing woman to sacrifice herself to his lusts.

"It is good to meet you, Mary Crowley. You have been brought far from your home and been offered up to a god you do not worship. I know of your Brittainia and your gods are not us." He frowned at the way she rubbed her wrists and decided that his people would receive some visions shortly. If they were going to offer him captured slaves, they ought to treat them gentler at the very least.

She impressed him by not cowering. Mary's introduction impressed him in general. Despite meeting a god, one who could smite her and expend no more effort than a mortal expends by swatting a fly, she was proud and kept her head. They were traits that endeared her to him already. Thor's lips curved into a slight smile. "You would. You do already by words alone. But I do not care what my people believe." It took no effort to draw the cape from his back and offer it to her. "You can cover up if you wish. I do desire you, but you are not the first unwilling sacrifice to be offered to me. I would give you such pleasure that you would never experience at the hands of a mortal man, should you want that. If not..."

His shoulders rose in a great shrug. "It has been decreed that we must not leave the temple until the sun's first light in the morning. I will send you back to York without touching you."

[thequitecontrary]

"You would bring me back?"

She found that almost unbelievable. There were many things that surprised her about Thor. Perhaps it was his divine status, but he was not ogling her body like mortal men would. He seemed.. cordial. Like one of the gentlemen knights who would come to court her. But, he was still blunt about what he would wish to do with her, even if he would not take it without her consent. A man wouldn't care about her consent.

Mary took his cloak and merely held it for now, not yet drawing it around her body. There was an unmistakable shiver that went down her spine, and she knew it wasn't from fear or the cold. His words about giving her great pleasure had unwittingly affected her.

"If you will forgive me, that seems a rather bold claim, my Lord." She couldn't help herself, and she hoped that her sharp tongue hadn't angered him.

[tordn]

"I would. If you desire that, I will return you to your home. I have done so before and will doubtless do so again."

He could understand her disbelief. The Vikings were a warlike people and no small part of that came from the very gods they worshipped. Thor relished battle in a way that very few understood, but it was the very act of fighting that he enjoyed. Some men fought for spoils, but for warriors, like he, the thrill itself was enough. Fighting and fucking were the two things he enjoyed unreservedly and he was a master at both.

Rather than be angered, he laughed, full and deep-chested, at her objection, smiling in good-natured amusement. "Is it so bold a claim as that? I am a god, Mary. I have lived hundreds of years and spent all in my prime. How many lovers do you think I've had? It is more than I care to remember and I've gotten very good at pleasuring the women that come to my bed.

Thor's eyes watched her as he spoke. That wasn't the reaction of a woman who was disinterested at the idea of being pleasured. He took another step towards her, resting his hand next to hers and looking deep into her eyes. "If you wish to see if I lie, there are ways I can prove my claim that involve nothing more than my fingers and my mouth. You can sample and see if you wish more."

[thequitecontrary]

Thor was not at all what Mary was expecting, in so many ways. Not only was he jovial and kind to her, he would actually take her back to her people. Sadly, there was not much to go back to. Her father had been killed and her family separated. Her home had most likely been destroyed. It would make her sorrowful if she focused on it, but now was not the moment to dwell upon that.

She had not been expecting him to be this good-looking either. Her eyes flitted over the muscles of his chest and arms as he spoke of all the women he'd satisfied. A bit boastful, but he was a god. There was surely some truth behind what he was saying.

Even if she tried to deny out loud that she wasn't interested in him, her body would betray her. Her nipples had already grown hard and showed prominently through the thin slip she was dressed in. Mary wondered briefly if her captors hadn't given her something to increase her arousal. She flushed a light pink at his rather blunt offer, though even she could admit that it was more out of desire than any sort of propriety.

"I thought that I was supposed to be the one bringing you pleasure." Mary's hand moved almost of its own accord, fingers sliding along until her hand was in his.

[tordn]

She's not what he expected either. These sacrifices are almost always the same lately: some slip of a girl that's terrified out of her mind is sent as an offering and she quakes and quivers whenever he speaks. Their fear is always understandable. He's a god of the people that oft as not butchered her relatives and torched her homes. Everything about that is something he can comprehend, though he'd never feel it himself.

When he can take them home, he does, and those that have no home... it's easy enough to find a nearby village that was spared during the raids. If any of them pleased him, he might bring them back to Asgard with him, but to such a women an offer like that would inspire fear.

Thor doesn't doubt that Mary must feel some of that fear, but it doesn't rule her. That's impressive by it's own accord, a trait that he deeply respects. As he watches her, it's impossible to not drop his eyes from time to time. He doesn't stare, but the tightness of her nipples is obvious and deeply pleasing as well. Chuckling softly, his fingers wrap around the sides of her hand and hold it firmly as he guides upwards and brushes his lips against the back of her hand.

"The two are not mutually exclusively." His eyes are intent as they watch her face for how she reacts. "I would get much pleasure from the act giving you pleasure. Should you agree, you will find me to be a generous lover. I can make you come with my fingers and my mouth for a long while before my cock comes anywhere near you. I am not as some men are: eager to spill my seed as quick as I can and unconcerned with the woman in my bed. I am a god. I do not tire easily and I have the kind of patience that makes a month seem like nothing more than a blink of an eye."

[thequitecontrary]

There is fear, to be sure, but Mary has always been taught to hold her head high and to soldier on, even in the most grim of circumstances. That is who her people are. Honestly though, at that very moment, Mary is more afraid of the Vikings standing guard outside the temple than she is of Thor himself. He has not shown any violence towards her. Everything has been talk of pleasure, not pain.

She's not used to a man talking so bluntly to her about what he wishes to do in bed and her cheeks flush at his words. What he has to say is incredibly enticing though, and she has to admit that she is willing to give this a try. Spending a night with Thor seems much more preferable to sleeping alone in this cold temple.

"I will take you up on your offer, my Lord," she says, her voice already a bit breathless.

He leads her to a more secluded part of the temple, behind the altar, where a bed has been set up for them. The sheets appear to be made of silk and there are numerous comfortable pillows. Candles near it bathe the bed in a soft yellow glow. Mary lays his cloak over a nearby chair, then removes her own and places it on top of his. She moves closer to him, willing but still a bit hesitant. Perhaps she ought to let him make the first move, to show her how he intends to bring her pleasure.

Yukimura Seiichi | Prince of Tennis | M/M

[flowerbucho]

[Most likely a god, but can play either.]

Dr. Angela 'Mercy' Ziegler ⛨ Overwatch ⛨ F/M 21+

[watching_over_you]

*Goddess flavor for this.*

Bridget Frostheart | Record of a Fallen Vampire | OTA

[frostheartedrose]

[Probably a goddess of war/archers/magic/wisdom (think Athena), pre- or post-battle celebrations are a good start though OTA.]

Touda | Yami no Matsuei | M/M prefered

[snakeshiki]

[ooc: Disgraced fire snake god who can kill death, anyone?]

Sinha / Yona of the Dawn / OTA

[hasnowords]

Hela | MCU | OTA

[helafine]

[ Goddess of death, war, etc. Why not pay tribute? ]

Fyodor D. | Bungou Stray Dogs | m/m prefered

[thedevilrebukingsin]

[God of crime, punishment, karmic retribution. For a god with a reputation of being ever so cold and causing strife, his long time devotees are ardent. Those who have undergone anguish for their sins, he rewards with happiness.

Corporal punishment doesn't count.]

The Dragonborn | Skyrim | OTA

[drehnifusbahi]

[Either role! If he's the sacrifice, I also have a separate journal for a younger version of this character to play up the "virgin sacrifice" angle.]

Shigure Rangetsu | Tales of Berseria | M/F

[rangetsueagle]

[God of swords, battle, and martial might. Proud, violent, lusty, and capricious, Shigure commands the element of earth, and his favor is sought by conquerors and insurgents alike to turn the tides of a conflict. He also kind of likes cats.]

Konoka Konoe | Mahou Sensei Negima | OTA

[im_gonna_heal_u]

[[Likely a mortal with lots of magic, great for being favored by gods as an emissary, a plaything... or both of those.]]

Noctis Lucis Caelum | Final Fantasy XV

[warptour]

[ Could go either way. He can commune with the gods for power against the coming darkness, or we can AU it up and have him be a light god of some kind. ]

[immortalmarshal]

((apologies for the late comment, but would you mind a Cor for this?))

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo | Star Wars

[niteofren]

[So Kylo can definitely fit either role. If he's the human, he's either offering himself up for the sake of power or has been been volunteered (by Snoke?). If he's the god, he's probably the god of rage and chaos even though he wants to be a god of order.]

Sansa Stark | ASOIAF

[atalkingbird]

[ Tribute! See journal for kinks and preferences. ]

Lucrezia Borgia | The Borgias | f/m

[envyof]

[ Tribute! See journal for kinks and preferences. ]