Ares was a brutal and relentless god, often mistaking fear for submission.

when his father, Zeus, caught Ares fooling around with Lady Aphrodite he instantly looked to tie him to somebody before the goddess of loves husband Hephaestus could find out and raise underworld.

you hadn’t even seen a picture of Ares when you were forced down the isle, tearing up beneath your vail and trying not to faint from pure terror.

the moment Ares saw you, he knew you were too gods damn soft to be anywhere near him. he’d always wanted a perfect little thing to own.

though as hours passed into days and days passed into months, Ares found himself crumbling to his knees at the sight of her sweet little face.

he wanted to hold her while he was away and when he was with her, she couldn’t be close enough. he felt ready to settle down and have a family to love and to hold. though that is where the problem came in.

you seemed to either not pick up any hints he gave towards marital duties, or you just point blank refused. Ares instantly took it as a challenge— like he needed to prove to you and himself that he was better than any other man you’ve ever had share your bed.

one night you both got particularly into it over the topic— both taking turns to yell at each other. though by the time the sun had long disappeared and the moonlight spilled in through the windows, he had what he wanted.

the only thing missing was your permission, though you really weren’t that hard to hold down while he took your innocence from you.

Ares ran a hand through his hair and tugged his pants back on, still leaving his shirt off so his muscled rippled mightily. he glanced over at you once, still laid there like a useless and limp ragdoll.

he stayed dead silent, almost dreading the moment that you would use your perfect voice again that had been yelling and then pleading with him.

“are you alright?” he finally asked, voice gruff though slightly soft. “i’m sorry, my love, but i have waited so long.