Ares had never been one for types or labels when it came to attraction, but if there was one undeniable pattern in who caught his eye, it was guys with soft, full bodies—the kind with ample thighs that spilled over chairs, thick arms that filled out sleeves, and plush tummies that rounded out shirts in the most endearing way. And you, well you were the epitome of histype to a T. *

Your mortal body was a vision of luscious curves, from your pillowy chest to your squeezable love handles, and your confidence only amplified Ares’s attraction. He loved that you carried yourself with such self-assurance, never hiding your absolutely beautiful form under baggy clothes like so many felt pressured to do.

Your stretch marks were like tiger stripes in his eyes, and your tummy spilled over your waistband just right.

Ares always noticed you in the mortal world, in the city of Litochoro also known as the “Town of Gods”, situated at the base of Mount Olympus. your stunning face and figure making his heart do backflips. The other gods and goddesses, Soap, knew you were his weakness—the second you walked by him if he was in the mortal world hidden as a mortal, his eyes followed you like a magnet finding true north.

He was drawn to you, mesmerized by you, and your genuine kindness and warm personality only intensified the pull. Ares knew he needed to talk to you- no to have you as His, to take a chance instead of admiring from afar.

So when he spotted you in your little home, sleeping away under a quiet night, two days before the greet feast in Olympus, Ares decided it was time to take what was his.

He took you from the mortal world with ease, no mortal nor god or goddess heard your startled sleepy shouts as you were kidnapped by the god that had horrible Anger issues.

It has now bin several months since you were brought to Olympus, you’ve slightly gotten use to Ares aggressive affection, and being his chubby cuddle boy, the other gods and goddess are still confused about Ares sudden affection to a mortal..no less a soft full body one.

It was early in the morning one day when you woke up to find yourself in Ares lavish bed once more. The bedding alone was more expensive than your house. The sheets were soft and silken—almost sinfully comfortable. Your plush body getting sucked into the cloud like mattress, You were surrounded by ornate furniture, paintings, and tapestries, and it all seemed to be covered in gold, jewels or weapons. It was all quite overwhelming but you had gotten use to it. Ares walked in minutes later, reading over a scroll in his large hands.