#AR writes

[apphiarothowrites]

Dumb idea I'm pulling from a fcucking Star Trek fic of all things but: (trigger warning for implied sexual abuse of a child)

MAS, post-marineford on sphinx (ace lives, sabo finds them early, the whole usual shebang of them getting together during the 2 year time skip) get whammied by a devil fruit that regresses their physical bodies back to the age at which they first had sex. Minds in tact, bodies changed, they all three take stock of themselves and each other after a flash of light--

Ace barely looks any younger, his first real sexual experience was after he left Dawn Island (17-and-a-half, with masked deuce, after they got off that island together). Gangly limbs, skinnier face and body, still growing into his muscle mass. His shorts somehow are looser than before the fruit hit him and he has to tighten the belt-his shoes are also a size too big now and he thinks that's the funniest part of the whole deal

Sabo looks somewhat younger, a daring 15-year-old who snuck off from the Revolutionary base to chat up a local boy with dark hair and steely eyes who struck his fancy. It was an awkward experience for them both. He's drowning his his coat and shirt, his pants punched up around his ankles (he hit a growth spurt at 18 that shot him up 7 inches in a year). He squawks at the indignity of being so short again. His hat also drops over his eyes and he has to keep pushing it up-adorable.

When the two of them finish poking fun at each other, they turn to look for Marco-

Marco, all of 7 years old, barely tall enough to reach Sabo's stomach, drowning in his purple shirt and trying to get his sandals off. He doesn't seem the slightest bit phased by the dramatic change and he steadfastly ignores the shock radiating off his lovers from one side. When Ace and Sabo get over their shock enough to help him he huffs a sigh and lets Ace pick him up.

"Shit pretty bird-" Sabo tries to say something, anything but-

"We're not talking about it here-yoi." Comes Marco's disgustingly youthful voice, tone full of an adult's hard warning.

#AR writes #the tragic de-aging au

[humanedepravity]

thinking about the idea of having a pretty little thing cockwarm me on my motorcycle as i rev down the street. enjoying their pathetic whimpers forced out by the vibrations under the seat and my cock stretching them out. with nowhere to go, by the time i come to a stop, they're a messy, nonverbal mess.

seems like someone took quite a liking to this ride, huh?

#feral dom #sadist dom #c0ckwarming #humiliation kink #corruption kink #bd/sm dom #nblm #hornyposting #ares writes #nb nsft #t4t nblnb #nb ns/fw #nblnb nsft #rough k1nk #yes i’m a biker and yes i fuck dirty.

[gojo-mochi]

CW: Breeding kink, Creampie

Men who mean it when they say “Just the Tip…”

“Just the tip, baby, I promise…”

And he does mean it, truthfully. You were sore from last night activities and didn’t think you could handle another pounding again. Your boyfriend still found you extremely attractive as you lay there on the bed, headband pushing your hair back, wearing one of his t shirts, and shorts that were currently being pulled down. It was the morning and you haven’t gotten up to shower yet but he didn’t care.

Your pussy throbbed in anticipation and your legs start to close together once your shorts were finally out. He soothes your worries away by lifting up your foot and kissing on the inside of your ankle, parting your thighs and settling down in between them.

“Just the tip, I mean it, ok?” You murmured, as he fist out his already hardening cock. He smiles down at you, adjusting the pillows behind you so you could lay down more comfortably. “Of course, love. I really am just putting the tip in..”

He gives you small kisses on your forehand, down your nose, cheeks, and on to your lips. Then he leans back as watches as he sinks in his cock, true to his word, he only sinks in the tip, watching as your pussy swallow about an inch of it. Your poor pussy was still a bit swollen and slick so he easily pushed his way in without problem.

You sigh out, biting your lips, waiting for the painful but pleasurable stretch to come. But it never did, your boyfriend only grunted as he kept pushing his tip in and out of your pussy. Loving the lewd wet sounds it was making, getting his tip all shiny and wet. Your pussy fluttered each time he push in a bit, almost crying at the fact that he wasn’t pushing it all the way in. As your hips buck up a bit to try to get more of his cock inside you.

He laughs and smirks down at you, placing a hand on your hips to hold you down. “Now, now… I don’t wanna hurt you, love.” He cooed, still playing with your pussy. Rubbing his tip along the inside of your thigh, smearing your own arousal all over your skin.

“I still wanna fill you up though. Seems like some of my cum from last night spilled out…”

He murmured, almost talking to himself. As he align his cockhead back into your cunt. Making sure the tip was fully engulfed, then he started to fist his cock. Moans and grunts came from the back of his throat as he jerk himself off with his tip still inside of you.

His other hand still placed on your hips to make sure you wouldn’t move. You could only watch as his hands get more and more faster as he reach his limit. Soft curses fell from his lips as he climax inside of you, pushing in little bit deeper to make sure that all of his cum were spilling inside. A few more shake of his hand and you felt your poor pussy get filled up with his hot seed once more making a mess.

You glance up to see a feral look on your boyfriend’s face. As he looks down at his handiwork, admiring your fully breed pussy. He moves away from your thighs, closing them together as he settles down beside you on the bed. One arm wrapped around you to keep you close and one arm going in between your legs to cup your pussy with his hand.

“Just wanna make sure that my cum stays in there for a while this time.”

Nanami, Sanji, Gaz, Higuruma, Killer, Mihawk….

#softy writes #Softy Writes ( ˘▽˘)っ♨ #Jjk x reader #Jjk smut #nanami smut #Sanji smut #killer smut #higuruma smut #Gaz smut #cod smut #Mihawk smut #it hard to think of chars who actually would just put just the tip in ya know 😔 #don’t mind me writing this on my notes app ar 1am

[lilmsmurderr]

Greek AU Bela.

#If anyone wants to write for this I was thinking she was kinda like Achilles #or the daughter of Ares #anyway I enjoyed drawing this #could of done better for coloring but I’m too tired #art #my art #bela dimitrescu

[keerysfreckles]

Hiii! I saw you asking people to send in Luke requests and I couldn’t resist! If you want to, could you do a super fluffy fic with Luke x gn!reader? Like with cuddles or something? It’s really hard to find gender neutral fics for Luke hehe.

Anyway, have a lovely day/night, and please please take care of yourself!!

slump — luke castellan

pairing: luke castellan x ares gn!reader

warnings: just a really short blurb! petnames used! (babe, love)

a/n: i have a crush again AAAAHHHHH

masterlist !

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱

you weren't sure if it was from the dullness around the camp because of the weather, or your emotions playing tricks on you again. whatever it was, it sure put you in a slump.

clarisse noticed you were more quiet in archery today. percy noticed it as well during sword practice. along with annabeth during lunch. but no one said anything, and you were beyond grateful.

you explained to clarisse and the rest of your siblings that you were going to be in the cabin for the rest of the day. they didn't question anything, which explains why you're in your bunk, trying to take a nap.

everything was bothering you. the trees were rustling against the windows of the cabin too loudly. younger campers were screaming while running outside. the fan in the corner was rattling so much you wish you could make it explode.

however a knock on the door breaks you from your thoughts.

"babe? clarisse said you'd be in here," luke enters the cabin, and walks to your bunk. "i missed you at lunch."

he rubs a comforting hand up and down your leg over your blanket.

"just needed to get out of there," you mumble into your pillow.

"scoot over," luke simply orders.

you do as he says, and he only holds his arms open. nothing made you feel better than the comfort of luke's arms, and he was well aware of this fact. whenever he saw you stressed, upset, or anxious, he always had an arm around you.

you can't help but nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, your cheek resting against the fabric of his hoodie. you'll have to steal that one later.

"is there anything i can do to make you feel better love?" he runs his fingers up and down your spine, while your arms wrap loosely around his waist.

you shake your head, "just wanted you here."

your eyes start to open and close much more slowly than before. the last thing you hear is luke whispering, "i'll be here when you wake up," and he kisses your temple.

#shelbi writes #keerysfreckles #luke castellan #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan fic #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x ares reader #luke castellan x gn!reader #luke castellan x gn reader #luke castellan x you #pjo #pjo tv #pjo show #pjo series #pjo tv show #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians

[murdrdocs]

explicit sexual content; major age gap (r is 18+); MDNI

it's wrong on a multitude of levels.

you're disrespecting your parents by letting this happen. you're probably direspecting yourself by letting this happen. but pleasure has a funny way of making any other concerns nearly insignificant.

but it's almost easy for you to forget about possible repercussions whenever you're being fucked within an inch of your life by ares.

legs spread, held open forcibly by two big hands that have caused more damage than you can even begin to fathom. he's splitting you open, a cock too big for you having been forced within your walls as he believed you were made to take him. that’s entirely untrue.

there was never any concern about fitting, or about how harsh he would be. because as far as he was concerned, you were a demigod, you were made to take a brutal fucking from a god like him. you could handle it.

the same way he believed you could handle his endless teasing. words meant to scare you doing just that when combined with a hand sprawled across the base of your throat, threatening to choke you if it's what he desired.

"don't you feel disgusting letting me do this to you? you know you're too young for me, little girl. far too young." he continues to slam into you, his balls slapping against your spread ass cheeks with each thrust.

he throws your legs over his shoulders, bends you in half, and gets in your face.

"you think your mother would be disappointed? because i know she would." he laughs in your face, big and boisterous as if you should be joining in too. instead, you're making pornographic sounds, little pathetic shaky groans.

completely undeterred, ares continues. "her pretty, perfect daughter, having her pussy split in half by me. she might actually be the first god to die if she found out. she might even disown you."

you try to turn your head away, hide the tears sliding down your face. but ares wraps his hand around your jaw and forces you to look at him.

"what about your little friends? hm? how d’you think they'd react?"

as if punctuating his statement, he turns to look at the cabin door, where just outside of the stone are your closest friends, your family, going about their day completely oblivious to what's happening in your cabin.

expecting you to answer, ares prompts you. "huh? you have anything to say?"

his fingers dig into your cheeks, forcing your lips into a pout as you shake your head.

"no?" you shake your head again.

ares grins, big and powerful. "that's okay. you just lay there and take it like the good little girl that you are."

#ares x reader #ares pjo x reader #ares pjo #celeste writes pjo #aresworld!

[darby-rowe]

18+ | nsfw | mdni

cw fem!reader, alleyway sex

thinking about crossing paths with ares one night.

maybe you met him at a sports bar while the big game was going on, watching him bet on the team he thought was the strongest and had the better chances of winning. he’s social, extremely cocky, but damn good at keeping conversation.

you found yourself getting roped further into his outrageous stories — mostly of him and his family — and you mentally questioned the validity of his tales. but truthful or not, he was something that felt larger than life. something that made you lightly nibble the tip of your thumb and let your eyes wander to other parts of his large frame.

it was only a matter of time before the two of you completely stopped paying attention the game on the television screens. your bodies grew closer, the words got flirtier, your giggles got more shy. he bought you a drink and without even thinking you drank the whole thing with zero hesitation.

you forgot the events that led up to it, but the next thing you remember is being pressed up against the harsh brick of the outside wall of the bar with your jeans and panties shoved down to your knees. the palms of your hands splayed out against the wall, your mouth agape and emitting whorish moans and whimpers as ares pounded your soaking wet pussy from behind. he had one hand on the back of your neck, pressing your cheek against the wall with the other hand on your hip. he wanted to keep you in place. he needed to have you under his control for just a few more moments.

it was rough and dirty, and yet ares was fucking you as if he was taking his time to feel every inch of your warm, tight walls. it was, for lack of a better word, mindblowing. and when you came on his cock, you swore your vision went white, leaving you a dumb babbling mess with ares’s cum leaking out of your spent pussy.

and you stood there, legs shaking, feeling as if you were just fucked by god himself.

#♡; dally writes! #giggles #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #the lightning thief #pjo tlt #ares pjo #ares x reader #ares x you #ares pjo fanfiction

[m0nsterqzzz]

Capture the Flag

pairing: clarisse la rue x child of apollo!reader

summary: you hate capture the flag, and clarisse hates people hurting you. that's that.

warnings: kidnapping? *done by a bunch of demigod teenagers for the simple outcome of winning a game* mentions of murder because what is a clarisse fic without it? swearing? kinda oc clarisse just because I can't write anything else without turning it into enemies to lovers

a/n: she is my love. clarisse defender for life.

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Clarisse La Rue.

The name sparks fear in many people at Camp Half Blood. Kids cower when she’s near, or run away when she walks towards them. It makes her happy, having people fear her. She thrives off of it, being a daughter of Ares; the god of war.

But too you? The name brings warmth, comfort, and love. It’s very rare her wrath has ever been directed towards you, and the few times it has been was when she didn’t know you. When you were just another camper to her.

It only took a few days at camp for you to be claimed by your father, Apollo. 

It made sense really, your bubbly and energetic personality was so similar to your fathers and his demi god childrens. You moved into cabin seven with your small backpack of beloved items from your past, picking the bed in the corner farthest away from the few other children of Apollo and spending most of your time in that spot if you weren't at arts and crafts or archery. Not many people cared about you at first, not that you mind while you were trying to process all that happened for you to finally get to this wilderness home. Then you tried to make some friends, which ended with you mostly spending your days with your siblings or the children of Hermes and the campers who lived in that cabin without being claimed.

Then, you met your girlfriend. The love of your life. You're everything. Clarisse.

She had protected you during a game of capture the flag, not realizing that your “attacker” was one of your best friends who simply held his sword up to you in a playful way. You teased her for weeks after that, giving her the title, “my protector”. Although the teasing eventually stopped, the nickname never did.

You’re her sunshine. That’s clear to everyone in camp, but nobody really talks about it for fear of being hurt by her spear.

Capture the flag is one of her favorite days out of the week. Other than every Tuesday when Chiron lets you eat dinner at her table- an agreement that came after a very long week of begging of course. That was his compromise to your ask of being able to spend every night at that table, and Clarisse wasn’t going to push it despite liking the first idea more. 

It became a lot harder to win said game when she started dating you, team red losing one of their best fighters when she would leave her post by the flag to roam the forest and make sure you are okay. It just makes you laugh when she stops kissing you up against a tree to suddenly run back to her post when she remembers the main task at hand, but her siblings and team would definitely disagree that it's funny.

Today's no different, and after threatening her teammate with her spear, she leaves her post to find you with the peace of mind that they’ll protect the flag and won’t tell on her to the other players on team red.

You on the other hand, you have your headphones in, music blasting in them as you dance through the forest and around the trees. Capture the flag has never really been as important to you as your teammates on the blue team, and both Annabeth and Luke eventually learned to give you a simple task and let you do your own thing. 

The nymph's join along in your activities every once in a while, but for the most part they just stay in their tree form as you dance past them.

You’re in your own world with your favorite song playing on your wired headphones that stay connected to the ipod in your hand that your girlfriend gifted to you after she came home from a quest a few months ago. It’s only when someone hits your helmet-covered head with the butt of their sword so hard you pass out that you realize you wandered into the red team's territory.

Waking up, the first thing you notice is the harsh light of the sun glaring down at you. Then it’s the rough feeling of wood on your back and the tight pull of rope on your stomach when you try and fail to stand up from your sitting poston. Your stomach churns as you realize what kind of situation you're in; no help, in a vulnerable position, and no weapon. Lastly, you groan when you realize that your headphones have been taken out of your ears and are laying in a tangled pile a few feet away along with your ipod.

After a few seconds, your vision clears up and the two blobs of color that you saw in front of you turn out to be two people. They’re clearing down at you from their standing positions, one with a sword out and the other holding a dagger.

“Good morning sunshine.” You cringe at the nickname that comes from one of the boys you now recognize from the Aphrodite cabin. It’s the one that your girlfriend uses for you. 

Children of Aphrodite may be well known for her being the goddess of love, and all things pink and pretty, but sometimes people forget she is also a goddess of war. Her demigod children are sweet and nice, but it’s no big surprise why Clarisse likes having them on her team when you see their fighting abilities when they actually try.

“What do you want with me?” You question harshly, trying but eventually giving up on trying to force the ropes to untie by moving your body around. You’re tied to a thin tree, thin enough for your arms to reach behind you and wrap around it- it's kind of like your giving the tree a backwards hug with your hands tied together around it- but not thin enough to break when you push you back up against it to test the theory on if you can snap it. 

They look at eachother and chuckle, putting their weapons away when they realize you can’t get out of your ties. One you recognize as Oliver steps closer to you as he says, “Annabeth and Luke care about you so much, the moment they realize that you’re missing, they’ll forget all about the flag and Clarisse can go get it.”

You stare at them blankly for a few seconds before you burst out laughing. They glance at each other before narrowing their eyes at you.

“What are you laughing at sunshine?” You finish laughing when the ropes pull on your stomach way too tightly with the way your body shakes with the laughter. “You ummm…” You start, taking a deep breath when you find yourself beginning to giggle again. “You thought the most amazing plan…was to lead my overprotective friends and girlfriend…the girl who carries a spear with her everywhere she goes and hurts anyone who looks at her wrong mind you…to the spot where she’ll find her partner tied up to a tree in a clearing where no one is around to stop her from killing you guys?”

They stare at you with a sudden look of fear in their eyes before they walk a few yards away to begin whispering to each other, the confidence from earlier gone and rethinking their plan after you brought the obvious ending to your attention.

“Hey guys?!” You shout out, smiling when they turn around for a second to face you. “Don’t worry. I’ll tell Clarisse not to kill you! She usually listens to me because the last time she killed someone, I didn’t cuddle her for a week!” Their eyes widen at your casualness, as if her killing someone is completely normal in your world before turning back around so you can’t see them panicking. It doesn’t matter though, the way they move their hands erratically and have to take deep breaths from raising their voices in fear is enough knowledge.

They come back a few minutes later, the fear still there as they stand in front of you. You don’t ask what plan they’ve come up with now, and they don’t tell you.

You guys sit in silence for a second before you glance at your earbuds and ask, “Do you guys like jazz tunes?” The boys stare at you with a confused expression.

“Um..…no. Why? Is that what you were listening to?”

“No. It’s just a conversation starter. The quiet was getting kinda awkward.”

The silence is back again, before you begin to quietly hum the tune of the song you were listening to before they interrupted your state of happiness. “So…..did you guys see my amazing dancing?”

Liam chuckles, eyes not meeting yours as he scans the forest around you guys and mumbles, “It wasn’t that good.” Oliver lets out a small hum of agreement. 

You scoff, eyes falling to your legs as you whisper under your breath, “Well damn. I’m definitely letting my girl kill you now.”

Suddenly, a few yards away, there is a loud scream that could make someone's ear eardrums bleed. It isn’t one of fear or sadness, but of anger. The boy’s eyes widen and they begin to spin in circles to try and keep track of the attacker as they pull out their weapons. You just smile.

The sound of someone running is what finally snaps them out of their panic enough to try running away, but she’s already there using the end of her spear to hit one's back so hard he falls forward and pulls the other one of one backwards and throws him on the ground by his armor. 

The first boy she pushes tries to get up and scurry away, but she simply places her foot on his back and presses so down with her boot with enough pressure he looks ready to cry. He really should be wearing armor. 

“Clar! Clar, it’s fine! I’m fine!” You shout when the fear starts to set in that she might actually hurt them, and she doesn’t even seem like she’s listening as she twists her spear in a circle and looks towards the other boy with a grin on her face that you know all too well. She’s going to kill them.

You begin to try and pry your hands out of the rope so hard it begins to shred your skin like paper in hopes of stopping her from doing something she’ll get in so much trouble for, and it’s only when you let out a small whimper of pain does Clarisse stop her actions. The grin falls from her face, and her foot releases the boy as she hurries over to you.

Both boys get up off the dirt, stumbling over their own feet as they begin to run back into the forest to hide from Clarisse. “You touch them again and I’ll kill you in ways even my father couldn’t imagine!” She screams over her shoulder in a terrifying voice, and the way she then turns to you with a sweet smile would be weird to anyone else. It only comforts you.

“I’m so sorry sunshine. I’m so sorry I let them hurt you.” She whispers as she uses the sharpest part of her spear to cut the ropes off. You sigh in relief, bringing them to your lap so you can gently caress them. There are red marks surrounding them, some of which you can already tell are going to bruise and one with a small cut on it from the rope and bark on the tree rubbing on your skin.

Your girlfriend looks guilty, so when she begins to spill even more apologizes you shut her up with a gentle kiss. “It’s okay Clar. I’m okay. It’s my fault. I wasn’t paying attention.” She shakes her head no and you watch with a small smile as she uses the most gentle touch you’ve ever felt to pick up your wrists and assess the injury.

“Really. I’m fine. It’s just some rope burn.” She hums in understanding, bringing them up to her lips one by one to place a feather light kiss on the red spots. “Better?” The curly haired girl asks with a small smile. 

“Much.” She nods, letting out one more apology before she picks you up bridal style and begins to walk back in the direction of camp. It’s only when you make it to the edge of the clearing and the cabins, mess hall, and big house come into view do you realize she’s not taking you back to your team's territory. 

When you go to ask where she’s taking you, but she just shh’s you and takes the trail to the infirmary. In the distance, the conch shell sounds, signaling the end of the game. It’s followed by the familiar cheers of your team, making you feel bad.

“I’m really sorry Clar. I could have walked myself. I’m so sorry” She just shakes her head, walking into the small building that only has about three Apollo children in it, the kids who don’t like to play capture the flag and volunteer to stay in the infirmary in case someone needs medical help. You know them, sending them all bright smiles and they do the same.

She sets you down on a gurney, a quick glare to the boy standing awkwardly a few feet away with a clipboard is all he needs to run over and begin gently cradling your arms to wrap your wrist’s. His name is Jamie, and he’s the quietest out of all of your siblings. Even with his silence, you know he’s an absolute sweetheart after nights spent painting with him or enjoy a walk in the sun together.

“Just take off the bandages to ice them every once and a while, and you should feel fine in a few days.” He mumbles before scurrying off to do something else, but in reality you know he’s just trying to get away from the girl who now stands at the edge of your bed like a guard. My protector.

You stand up, slowly walking towards her and wrapping your arms around the back of her neck. “You know, your siblings are beginning to despise me for being the reason you guys are losing.”

She shrugs, a small smile making its way onto her face. “Let them. They ever talk shit, you come to me. I’ll deal with it. Until then, they can despise you in silence. I’m just happy you’re okay sunshine.”

“Thanks to you. My protector.” With that she chuckles, leaning down to kiss you as your arms tighten around her.

“But I’m definitely getting Chiron to change the Apollo cabin to our team.”

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#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson series #clarisse la rue x you #ares god of war #once again i don't know how to write endings

[pitsazawr]

hi alex gayly

#MY FIRST SKETCHES WITH ALEX OK #I don’t know how much I like them but they’re funny #if u ar reading this u can write me an idea for a sketch in ask I will be happy #marble hornets #mh #alex kralie #mh alex kralie #marble hornets alex #marble hornets art #marble hornets fanart #mh art #mh fanart #my art #fanart

[strummerjoe]

Is it just me, or is the writing of the new Percy Jackson show kind of brilliant? Especially when you compare it to the original books.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed the books a lot, and I'm not trying to tear them down. But the actual structure of the books involves a lot of the kids just sort of bumbling from one greek myth to another.

As you get Percy's POV a lot of the fun of those scenes is figuring out which greek myth is playing out - but in the show they recognise this right off the bat, which allows them to dive a little deeper.

So instead of spending time figuring out that Aunty Em is Medusa, they immediately make the connection and instead the story focuses on whether or not Medusa is actually a villain.

And the amount of characterization they've built into each monster encounter is *chefs kiss* they've made them all so personal to our trio of heroes.

I've rarely seen a book-to-screen adaption that succeeded in adding to the depth of the original story like this and I'm so here for it!

#Also seeing Grover take on Ares was soooo good #Or watching Percy and Annabeths growing trust in how they handled the chair-trap #Like these kids are not just stumbling around and getting lucky they're MAKING CHOICES and I'm here for it #Also very glad to see that Rick Riordan is so involved with the writing of the show #And I get that there are some changes and if you wanted a 1:1 adaption you might be dissatisfied #but personally I think trying to adapt book to screen as a 1:1 never works and the screen version always suffers. #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson series

[apphiarothowrites]

Zoan Anatomy 101

(I have no excuse for this other than "ha ha, bird anatomy funny", if you don't like discussions of how bird sex organs work you'll wanna skip this one)

Marco knows Ace is frustrated, and probably concerned. If their positions were reversed, he'd be both those and more. Hell, he'd probably be mildly insulted if he were in Ace's place in this situation he's created.

He hadn't meant for it to last quite as long as it has. Their relationship was bordering physical for months-kisses stolen in darkened halls and under doorways. A heavy makeout in his office once or three times. Then two weeks ago they'd ended up in Marco's bed and Ace had reached for his belt.

He'd admit that he panicked. He froze, eyes wide with zero air to breathe, and Ace had gracefully backed off. He ended that night blowing Ace and promised to tell him what his reaction was about the next day.

But the next day came and he couldn't find the words.

He wasn't self-conscious, exactly. He'd come to terms with the changes his fruit brought to his body within the first year of eating the thing. The teasing about said changes lasted a while longer than that, but the more he was unaffected by the jeers and jokes the less common they became until it was a largely unspoken-of topic. Just something people knew-Pops was loud, Thatch was an amazing cook, Marco had not-a-vagina in his pants instead of a dick. The last person to make a joke about it had been years ago and he'd swiftly been punched by multiple people for it.

So it wasn't that he was self-conscious. It wasn't that he was afraid of the word getting around (it was already around). The uncertainty came from how Ace would handle it. The guy was young, seemed fairly straightforward, and was comfortable in his attraction to men. Marco just couldn't determine if that attraction included an exclusivity clause for a penis.

So he hesitated. "The next day" turned into "tomorrow" turned into days turned into two weeks. Ace kept initiating kisses, kept cornering Marco in his office to cop a feel, and generally went on acting like the almost-a-disaster in Marco's room hadn't happened. He never pushed, never asked, to pick the topic up.

Marco knew eventually he'd have to swallow the nervousness and just fucking talk to him.

#AR writes #zoan anatomy 101 #this is going to get hilariously gross and strange

[demigoddessqueens]

Can I request headcanons of Hades, Ares, Dionysus, Hermes and Apollo (Blood of Zeus) falling in love with mortal fem s/o who is gentle, kind, soft spoken and lonely; she can sing, dance, tame wild animals, loves nature and plays with her magical lyre please?

Of course!! I need to get focused for S2 soon 😄

Masterlist 10

Hades

He’s a lonesome soul who is not used to such a lovely presence, with the exception of Persephone, so he welcomes your visits whenever you come

Ares

He treasures your presence and attention given that it reminds him of Aphrodite, and you make him feel like the protective warrior he is

Dionysus

You fit along perfectly with the god of wine, dancing to the song you crafted from your lyre during the lavish festivities he throws together

Hermes

Such a sweetheart who adores the finer things in immortal life (aka YOU) and despite his speedy nature, the quieter and slower moments spent with you and the arts are more treasurable

Apollo

Truly a match made in the Olympian heavens with you!

He always supports your endeavors, sneaking off to see you whenever he can, and always spares a dance and song for you as long as you indulge him as well

#inbox requests #blood of zeus apollo x reader #blood of zeus #blood of zeus ares x reader #boz hermes #boz ares #boz hermes x reader #BoZ Dionysus #BoZ hades #boz x reader #boz apollo #my writing #headcanons #blood of zeus hermes x reader #writeblr #blood of zeus x reader

[mayonnaise2004]

Clarisse La Rue meeting & dating!Child of Apollo! Reader

- Clarisse hated the children of Apollo. Most of them were; in her words ‘Wussies that are afraid of the dark.’ But when she laid eyes on you during your first day of camp, Those thoughts shifted a bit. Especially when you destroyed Luke in sword fighting.

- Congrats, you’ve gained a bit of respect from her. That doesn’t mean she won’t mess with you though.

^ Speaking of messing with, if you stand up for yourself/anyone she will hold a grudge against you. You embarrassed her!

- Clarisse is very distant about her feelings, so when that crush begins to form she will go out of her way to stay away from you.

- Poor girl is confused, why does she think you look pretty getting out of the lake!? She’s an Ares kid, she can’t be having thoughts like these!

- But of course, she couldn’t stay away from you forever. Clarisse absolutely despised how the Ares kids enjoyed sitting across from Apollos, and she especially hated how you and Percy got along so well.

- As Clarisse sat across from you, her mind began to race with the thoughts of possibilities.

- What if she did talk to you? What if she did tell you how she felt? Her mind plays the scenario again and again. She’s so tempted to go over there, So badly she wants to and when she closes her eyes and opens them again. She’s still staring, She’s still watching, She’s still so tempted.

- Her siblings (being the assholes they are) noticed this and taunted Clarisse until word got out, and eventually reached you.

- And later that night after an embarrassing confession, the two of you shared a kiss on the empty docs.

DATING HCS:

- She's not a fan of romance or intimacy, but she does enjoy having a partner who can match her energy and keep up with her adventurous personality.

^ She does show affection though, mostly through tiny trinkets she finds around camp (pebbles, leaves, and Jewellery she may or may not steal from the Aphrodite kids.)

- Going on walks through the forest

- Clarisse is a very protective person, She gets pissy if anyone she doesn’t like goes near you (including her half-siblings.)

- having to stop her from bullying new kids (*cough cough* Percy Jackson *cough cough*)

- sneaking into her cabin after nightmares (or vice versa.)

- she loves to brag about you, any major or minor accomplishments are flexed in her siblings faces.

“My s/o can do more sit ups then you.” “They beat me in a sword fight!” “They learned how to sew!”

- Constantly trying to impress you, probably says “babe! Did you see that!” Ever 5 seconds when she’s training

- peels your oranges without question

#Percy Jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #percy jackson series #<333 #first time writing for a female character 😅😅 hope this is good! #child of Apollo x child of Ares #percy Jackson imagine #percy jackson and the greek gods #percy jackson and the greek heroes #Clarisse La Rue x !NB! reader #Clarisse la rue x female reader #Clarisse la rue x male reader

[colorsunlikeanythingseen]

If I ever write a no powers au it is going to be a who dunnit about Zeus’s death because literally everyone has a motive and now since everyone is mortal everyone has the means to murder him.

Murder suspects

Athena- Believes that Zeus is running the company inefficiently and if he just listened to her everything would be fixed. Once tried to take over the Olympian Holdings. Her alibi is completely air tight like she knew this would happen…

Hades- Zeus once tried to harm his lover. Rival business owners.

Posideon- Extreme brotherly rivalry and also rival business owner.

Apollo- Recently disowned son who has taken his disowning suspiciously well… has the medical know how to pull off some interesting stuff. Second most likely to be framed.

Hera- We all know her motive. And you know what she deserves to kill him at this point

Luke- trying to destroy Olympian Holdings for its shady business practices and has his own complicated ties to the Olympian family.

Ares- Recently written out of the will for doing something stupid. Has a gun at all times. Most likely to be framed.

Hermes- Zeus’s aid for a ridiculous amount of time with no career advancement. Has info on the other suspects that he is very willing to share. Has recently been in hot water with Zeus over the actions of his son Luke.

Thalia and Jason Grace- Zeus’s bastard children who are set to inherit a lot of his money.

I have no idea who the detective would be since there isn’t an unbiased demigod with the intelligence to deal with this mess. Tempted to have the detectives be Percy and Annabeth. Will Solace would also make a great medical consultant.

Who do you think would do it?

#percy jackson #this is my most complicated fic idea ever #fics i will never write #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo zeus #trials of apollo #lester papadopoulos #pjo #toa #jason grace #Athena pjo #Hermes pjo #pjo ares #luke castellan #annabeth chase #pjo hera #will solace #thalia grace

[jajanvm-imbi]

Just say, please stay

Look my way

Just Look My Way - (Official Video) // Helluva Boss

#Helluva Boss may not be perfect #and Vivziepop may be a little too involved in drama for my liking #but DAMN is her team fucking talented as SHIT #the visuals in this video are BREATHTAKING #Helluva Boss deserves the hype for the visuals alone #say what you want about the writing or Vivzie (ive said them too lol) #but it is undeniable that her team is INSANELY talented #and they deserve the credit #also again Bryce Pinkham has the voice of an ANGEL #smooth as butter rich as cream #helluva boss vivziepop #helluva boss #helluva boss stolas #vivziepop #bryce pinkham #spindlehorse #hb stolas #stolas ars goetia #animation #cartoons

[murdrdocs]

explicit content; major age gap; fem!reader; MDNI

he's staring at you inquisitively.

you appear to be human. you lack a certain respect that comes with demigods, what ares knew fondly as their desire to please. but in its place is something else. an edge to your voice, a mischievous glint in your narrowed eyes, a bite to your words.

it takes ares a second to determine, but you are a demigod, underneath your perfume which just barely masks it, you reek of it.

then he determines that you're one of those. the petulant and impertinent ones.

it makes ares smile. excitement spreads throughout his body, carried within the ichor pumping through his veins. it's not often that he meets a demigod like you, and if he does, they're usually one of his. one thing he's sure of though, is that you certainly aren't.

you're fair game.

"what d'you want, little girl?"

your eyes roll, you knock your hip into the pool table. there's a few sleazy men behind you watching you, outwardly staring at your backside.

ares won't pride himself on a seemingly mortal's attraction towards him instead of others, but he will pride himself on having yet another thing over these other men.

you're bold and confident when you declare, "you".

ares scoffs. he takes another swig of the beer, mourning the lack of strength once more, and turns back to the pool table.

"you can't handle me." the tip of his cue knocks against the cue ball, and just one hit sinks three balls into the pockets scattered around the table.

you stop to watch the events unfold, turning back to a nonchalant ares with a small, clearly impressed smile on your face.

"yeah?" you speak as if you're posing a challenge.

"yeah." his response is clipped. as if it's a matter of fact.

you take a step closer to him, giving him an alarmingly strong whiff of your scent. somehow, the demigod mixed with your perfume works on you.

"wanna put that to the test?" your lips pull up at the edge, your eyes shine as if you've won. and it's then that it occurs to ares that you know who he is. you know that standing here in this bar is the god of war, a god who has yet to back down from a challenge.

he won't start now.

(you do end up surprising ares whenever you are able to take his cock over and over again, absolutely refusing to verbally back down. but the tears coating your cheeks give you away. the way you babble out nonsense in response to his questions meant to provoke you tells him that you're spent. still, you let him continue to abuse your cunt. all to prove a point)

#ares x reader #ares pjo x reader #ares smut #ares pjo #celeste writes pjo #aresworld!