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midnightblues444 · 1 year

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Forbidden fruits

Ares! Toji x Aphrodite! reader

Summary: Toji the god of war, has conquered every battle he's ever fought in with great strength and brutality so when he wants something he's sure as hell gonna have it.

Content warnings: cheating, going according to the myth, degrading, mildly explicit

Part 2

Long overdue hope we enjoy♡

Your husband is a good man, you can admit that. Always making you gifts and showering you in compliments Hephaestus was the perfect man to marry…on the surface.

In reality the romance of your union slowly died as time passed. Your husband either traveling extensively or too focused on his work, treating you like you barely exist. You tried to keep the romance alive, truly you did. Hoping to excite him you'd cover yourself in the most immodest drapery you could find, and wait for him with legs spread on your marriage bed.

But still the most he gave you was one round of lazy unenthusiastic thrusts until he passed out, not caring if you're satisfied or not. His neglect became degrading and honestly tortuous, filling you with shame as you silently humped your fingers while he softly snored beside you.

To make matters worse, facing the other gods. Zeus would host his many mixers and events that you'd be forced to attend alone,dreading having to mingle with the more happily married goddesses. It was truly embarrassing for you, the goddess of love known for her other worldly beauty, routinely leaving alone to return to your unsatisfying husband.

Ares better known as Toji , the feared god of war on the other hand , also dreaded these events. Although he barely shows up to them, on the days when he’d attend he could be found sipping a beer in the corner and after finding a maiden or two, he'll leave with them. And that's about it with his appearances.

Tonight however is different, tonight he sees you. You look gorgeous, which is obviously expected, he notices the way you’ve done your hair and the way your drapes sit on your curves, he also cant help but notice you're alone. Once again. You're always alone when he's here, and he cant seem to understand why.

When Toji approaches, you cant deny his attractiveness with his tall stature, dark hair, light eyes, huge arms and the smirk gracing his lips, you feel butterflies everywhere. Conversation was easy, youd come to learn about his charms and he's a very direct man, not hesitant when asking about your husbands whereabouts. Although usually you muster up a false story, you find yourself being honest with him.

The look he gives you, makes you weak at the knees, he’s truly listening to every word. You're on your last leg when he lets out a chuckle, commenting on how if you were his wife he'd never let you out of his sight.

You expect him to say something corny like "you're too perfect to be alone" but instead he says it’s because he'd be too busy fucking you to let you go anywhere. That's all you really needed to hear before you leave with him, clutching his much bigger bicep you’re giggling as you exit the hall.

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The feeling is thrilling, as you stumble into your home, lips crashing . Your pawing at the others clothes, blindly navigating through the halls, you feel his hands travel to your ass as he lifts you in one swift motion wrapping your legs around his waist instinctively as he carry’s then lays you on your marriage bed, hovering over your frame, kissing your jaw, going down to your neck.

He's a tease, he knows you're desperate for him that's why he chooses to kiss you everywhere except where you need him the most. The whines you let out amuse him. He lowers himself to your thighs, kissing his way down, thick fingers disappearing inside you, curling in all the right places. You're back arching in response.

Sensitive girl, he thinks

Suddenly removing his fingers, he places your thighs over his shoulders, smirking menacingly at you from down there, chuckling darkly.

"Yer husband's a real sucker, gorgeous". Unconsciously you shove his head closer to you, effectively shutting him up.

"Don't wanna hear bout him" you whine, forcing yourself to pretend that Heaphestus doesn't exist and this bed you're currently getting the oral of your life on isnt your marriage bed.

That's a thought for tomorrow right?

#jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #toji thirst #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #jjk smut #greek myhtology #toji x you #dilf toji #going insane #jjk manga #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut

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lenaleviosa · 1 year

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Okey but imagine what it must have been like for everyone else outside of Achilles and Patroclus in the Trojan war

“Great! We’ve got Achilles here, we’re saved! But who’s that other guy?”

“Right, that’s Patroclus, Achilles’ emotional support human”

“Help I’m dying! Achilles help me!”

“Hold on, that guy is standing too close to Patroclus”

“Odysseus, Achilles is being unreasonable again.”

“You brought Achilles here??? What did I tell you? We reason with Patroclus and then Patroclus looks pretty and Achilles will listen”

“Patroclus died!”

“Ahh, dam it, now we’re gonna loose the war”

#the trojan war #incorrect tsoa quotes #achillesxpatroclus #the song of achilles #tsoa #achilles #patroclus #patrochilles #odysseus #greek myhtology #greek heroes

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thekenobee · 4 months

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kekaki-cupcakes · 8 months

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Hello! ✨

So… hear me out: Nico with a monster reader.

Like imagine he is sent out to defeat him but turns out he’s good and super like chill and relaxed.

Like imagine he goes in and suddenly he is sat down drinking tea and chatting about the weather.

Lol.

So nico sneak him in the camp covered in mist and when asked goes like *cue it’s a smoothie meme* “just found him… nothing weird here”

And if ppl discover the reader is a monster he like defends him like totally?

Like I imagine he’d love a reader that’s like maybe half snake? Idk. ‘Cause I think he finds snakes cute.

Maybe not a harpy or fury (is it called like that? I’m not sure)

Leo could totally pull the same stuff too. Maybe Percy too.

Jason totally not.

What do you think?

You can just answer to this as thoughts in need of an opinion and not a request if u want to/feel uncomfy writing this kind of reader.

Ps: loved the Dionysus one. Love love love it!

Kisses and enjoy that smoothie!

Love this idea, it was so fun to write and off I went a little overboard it's like 3.1k words so production is delayed but whatevs. It was a bit harder to write a totally general reader because of the monster thing but I think it worked. And if figured out that I tend to write character x readers from the perspective of the character requested too.

Chocolate cream and iced honeycomb---Nico di Angelo x Monster Reader

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“RACHGAA!”

“AHGHGHAAAA!” Nico snarled back at the sandy green snake.

It reared back a fraction, unblinking eyes narrowed at him as its thin tongue flickered in and out. Nico just stuck his tongue back out at the Ceraste, a horned viper. It would have been an easy fight, if it wasn’t for the fact that Ceraste grew to be about as big as an alligator.

It bowed to him, but that wasn’t a good thing. Two sets of horns, sharp and spiked, glimmered in the afternoon sunshine as Nico stood his ground, Stygian iron sword ready. “I have other monsters to kill, could we make this quick?”

Mortals around them just whispered behind their hands and kept walking, ignoring the battle to the death in the middle of the street. They probably just saw Nico walking an especially spiky and greek dog. He imagined the Ceraste as a poodle for a moment, and then stepped to the side and swung his sword quickly, blocking the violent jab in his direction.

“You’re supposed to be cute,” Nico hissed at it, stomping down hard on its tail and prodding at the light scales flecked with brown. Blood dripped almost instantly. Its scales were as tough as a normal snakes was, and he took advantage of that. Next time it circled, and shot out with lightning speed, shadows creating an arc through the warm summer air as Nico lashed out.

There was the sound of tearing skin, and a disgustingly drawn out squelch, that ended with a thud.

Nico kept his eyes squeezed shut until he could wipe the blood off his face, and then stared down at the decapitated ancient reptile. Blood and guts squished into the road, which he had to stomp on a few times before they melted into gold and ran down the drains in the rubbish filled gutters.

“Uhh,” Nico muttered, flapping his hand about until the sticky dark blood wasn’t on him anymore. “I need a drink.”

He glanced around the bustling New York street, spotting a hippie cafe that wouldn’t have anything stronger than a matcha tea, and a starbucks. A Mcdonalds not in sight, and at least another hour of tracking the final monster ahead of him, Nico opened the door to the busy starbucks.

As he stood in line behind someone with their hair in a dark bun, and two teenage girls wearing strawberry dresses, he unfolded the piece of paper with instructions for his mission. His target was supposed to be around this district, but Chiron wasn’t sure where exactly. Nico was sent to do the dirty work, because apparently nobody else wanted to see the light drain from something's eyes when they could be finding more demigods or retrieving lost items.

Monsters had been attacking demigods before they were in danger. Last week an eight year old Iris boy had showed up to camp with half a leg left, and the attacks had only grown in numbers.

Apart from being around this place, the only thing in common with the spike of violence, was the scales and thin tongues. A few Hydra's, Echidna the she-dragon had made another appearance, and of course, the multitudes of Ceraste.

Nico had just killed four of them, but there were more to come and more demigods in danger unless he found the source. Chiron had his theories, of course, but far-fetched was the idea that one of the snake footed giants had risen from the earth again. Glycon was an option of course, but Nico doubted it was him.

The queue had disappeared, standing around on the other side of the cafe as they waited for their orders, save one person, who was ordering an ‘iced honeycomb caramel latte’. The boy brushed his hair over his shoulder and turned to look out the window, then back to where he was paying for his latte.

Nico followed his gaze, watching with dread as the previously dead snake was hissing by the window. Hissing right next to him as well.

Nico turned slowly, hand on the hilt of his dark sword, but he was only met with the face of a small green python watching him curiously, big eyes shining underneath the bright lights of the cafe. He smiled back at it, immensely confused.

Then the little snake was pulled away and wrapped up into a writhing green ponytail of scales and little puppy-like reptilian faces, flickering tongues and toothless mouths.

“Is your boyfriend gonna order, or…”

Nico blinked out of his snake induced trance and whipped around to where the girl behind the counter was blinking tiredly at him.

The boy next to Nico stuffed change into his pockets and shook his head. The head the snakes were attached to, that was. The boy's eyes were covered by circular black glasses. He smiled. “Oh, I don’t know the emo.”

“I…” Nico started, eyes wide as he took what, or rather who, he was seeing. A gorgon. A real life teenage medusa [and a cute one at that], was standing in the middle of a starbucks, snakes tied back with yet another of the small pythons. He blinked a few times and cleared his throat, turning back to the cashier. “I’ll have one of the chocolate cream… frappuccinos, please.”

“Coming right up,” the cashier muttered, typing into their ipad and then motioning for him to move to the other side of the counter. Where the monster was.

The monster that Nico was starting to suspect he’d have to kill.

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“There you go. Have a great day.”

“Thanks,” Nico muttered back just as enthusiastically, and took his drink. He was still holding the hilt of his sword, heart pounding as loud as his footsteps as he stomped away. Was he supposed to find the lair of this teenage boy? Was he immortal? Was there any point killing him if he’d just pop up again? What was Nico going to do?

He didn’t have a drachma on him to call camp and ask Chiron what he should do, and to be honest, he wouldn’t have listened to whatever instruction he was given anyway.

The straw was pulled from his mouth as he was yanked sideways.

Something scratchy brushed his arm, and his middle was grabbed tightly. The breath left his lungs and the world blurred for a moment. Then he gasped, drink flying out of his hand, and landed in a booth on the red leather with a yelp. “What the-”

“Hello, pretty boy.”

Nico stared for a moment, heart racing. The boy [monster. He was a monster, not a person. There was a difference. Maybe] sat on the other side of the booth with a grin, latte in hand. His nails were painted green.

Nico noticed this as he gestured to the side, where the Ceraste he had just killed sat coiled up next to the table like a dog waiting for its owner. The sharp horns on its head looked a lot less threatening now that there was a pink scrunchie around one of them. “This is Keith, say hi, Keith.”

“RACHGAA!”

“What-”

“Ssso like, I'm just getting this straight, if you’re gonna kill me, just say that now.” The boy said, leaning forward with his hands pressed together and an easy smirk. “Because I havent been killed yet and I'm not going to Tartarusss anytime soon.”

He glanced towards Keith with a serious expression. “You sssaw what happened to Jeremy.”

Kieth’s tongue flickered in and out once. He seemed to take it as an agreement. Nico’s hand left his hilt as he spoke, even though he had no control of the situation and there was a tensed up snake by his feet. “What would you do if I was going to kill you?”

“Keep you asss an ornament in my Auntie Em’s garden.” He said, and Nico felt his legs swinging under the table. He put his chin on the palm of his hand. “You’re very pretty.”

Nico wasn’t sure which part of the conversation he should be worried about at this point. He didn’t really want to become a statue, but his stomach was filled with a pit of snakes and he was more worried that this gorgon could see the blush on his face through his black tinted glasses. He ended up blinking, a bit stunned.

“That was a joke, holy Hadesss you’re a wet mop of a person, aren’t you.”

“You’re the one with the mop head.” Nico snapped back with a sharp glare. That might not have been the right thing to say though, judging by the way one of the pythons sitting on the boy's shoulder wilted a little, ducking its soft looking head.

It got a pat on the head. “Don’t listen to him noodle, he didn’t mean it.”

Nico looked at the little green snake. Somehow it looked like it was smiling at him, but that could’ve just been the shape of its mouth. “...Sorry Noodle.”

“Noodle saysss thank you.”

Nico looked down at the floor, where his drink was now a brown puddle surrounded by broken shards of plastic. He glanced back up, squinting at the wriggling pythons that were no longer in a pony [snake?] tail. “Can you actually, you know…”

“Noodle says that Becky said Loch Nessss likes your earringsss, but they think you could do something with your hair.”

“What’s wrong with my hair?” Nico scoffed, wrinkling his nose. Did his hair look bad? “It looks fine.”

“Don’t asssk me, ask Loch Ness,” he got in reply, then another smirk. Nico’s stomach rolled again, but it didn’t feel necessarily bad. What on Olympus was that supposed to mean? “And I reckon your hair’s pretty as isss.”

A moment passed, and Nico got the feeling he was being assessed. The boy opposite him sniffed once, and Nico wondered if he smelled like snake guts. That couldn’t be a very good look. “You’re a big three, aren’t you… Wait, no, let me guessss… Poseidon.”

Nico raised an eyebrow.

“That was a joke, if you couldn’t tell.”

“I figured.” He muttered, watching in slight disgust as Keith started to lick the chocolate cream frappuccino off the grimy tiles. “And you?”

“Daughter of Aphrodite.”

“That was a-”

“Joke. You’re catching on, pretty boy.” He grinned, and Nico noticed with a gulp that two of his teeth were sharpened and pearly white. Fangs. He shrugged, chin on his hands. “I honestly have no idea though, I dunno how I’m here. Maybe I sprouted out of her head like that flying horse did.”

“Why are you sending monsters to kill-”

“I wasss just tryna divert the attention, okay? That corpse wasssn’t my fault-” He started, waving his hand in the air to prove his point. ONe of the snakes, maybe noodle, twisted around a few times, tongue flickering out. Nico swore another one with a scar down its scaly spine rolled its soft brown eyes.

“What corpse?”

“No corpssse. I dunno what you’re on about, no one died.” He said quickly, taking a long loud sip of his drink, ice clinking. After a moment he sighed and looked down at the chipped nail polish on his hands. “Some demigod dude, ugh there's ssso many of you, gods must be like rabbits or something. Anyways, one of them found me and I diverted the attention, so I’d get another few weeksss.”

“Another few weeks of…?”

“Life. I mean, I can hide easily, but I already spent a month in San Fransisssco being chased by pitchforksss and metal dogs, and I didn't get Ssstarbucks for like, years, otherwise sssomeone would just pop out with a spear and stabby stabby no more Gabby.”

The scarred snake drooped sadly a little, slinking back into the writhing mass. Nico shook his head quickly. “Camp Half-Blood’s not like that. And I can use the mist.”

“What, you just gonna follow me around New York waving your handsss about for the rest of your life?” He chuckled, swirling his plastic cup around a few times and taking another sip.

“No, you can come back with me.”

Nico wasn’t even sure when he’d come up with the plan, but there was something about his smirk and his nail polish and his stupid jokes and the puppy-like python faces swirling around him that made Nico wince when he imagined him sleeping on the streets fighting off Romans.

“Why should I do that?”

“I…” Nico faltered. What reason did he really have? “I dunno.”

He bounced up, snakes swinging. Keith looked up from the puddle on the ground and shook its tail excitedly, like it knew what was happening already. Maybe this teenage gorgon really could mind control the ancient reptiles.

“Sssweet, let’s go!”

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“Ssso you’re like, completely sure I won’t be decapitated on sight?”

Nico paused, turning away from the gap in the shrubbery at the base of Half-Blood hill. He’d been watching as demigods slowly trickled into the dining pavilion, cabins regrouping for dinner and burning meals. He couldn’t promise this [really cute] boy that he’d be safe here, but Nico could promise that he’d protect him from any especially violent and biased Ares kids.

“If anyone tries to hurt you I won’t let their siblings visit them in the underworld.”

Nico had to look away again, red faced as he did that thing again, leaning forwards with his hand under his chin and his lips quirked up. “How romantic.”

“I- uh…” Nico choked, and then turned back to the now empty strip of green and strawberry plants, finally letting out a tense breath. “If we go now, I can hide you in my cabin until I guilt trip Chiron into letting me keep you.”

“And Keith.”

“And Keith,” he sighed. One more check to see if the coast was clear, and he slunk out of the bushes, pebbles crunching underneath his boots. He grabbed his new Starbucks [he’d been bought a new one as an apology for nearly being killed by Keith] and waved frantically behind him. “Hurry up, we gotta move.”

There was a scuffling, and then the slick sound of scales moving as the Ceraste followed them past the big house and down to the campfire. The flames were a humming orange, burning brightly in the dusk. It was summer, the mood was always high as campers came from school back to their families and friends.

“Okay, so like, where are you friendsss? Do you have friendsss?”

“Do you?” Nico shot back with a glare, keeping an eye on the open door of the Hermes cabin, but there was no movement inside, except for the pegasus that was chewing on someone's pillow.

“Yup! Noodle and Becky and Loch Nessss and Keith and Gabby and Fruit-”

“Yes…” Nico whispered back, rolling his eyes, but when he turned a little, Loch Ness [how could he already tell them apart?] was flicking its little black tongue at him, gummy mouth wide. “I have friends.”

“Great, isss that them?”

“...What.”

Nico whipped around, stepping in front of the boy he was currently smuggling with his hand on the hilt of his sword. Keith rattled its tail and hissed, neck arched. Nico wasn’t sure who was approaching them, the figures covered by the shadow of the Iris cabin. He kept his voice low, “the mist, we have to cover you.”

“Can you use the missst?” He whispered back loudly, over the nervous hissing around him.

“Of course I can use the mist,” Nico said. Then he realized something and gritted his teeth, face red. “But, just on me, unless I’m… you know…”

“Nope. I don’t know.” He said simply, and Nico turned away, grabbing his hand very quickly and closing his eyes for a moment, eyebrows pinched in concentration. Nico tried to focus on the magic he was weaving through the air and not the weirdly smooth skin of the hand he was holding, and if his own was sweaty or not.

When he opened them, the boy beside him was blinking with foggy looking dark green eyes that matched the snakes now covered by a dark hood. The only thing still him was that stupid smirk. “Did it work?”

“Yeah,” Nico’s voice wavered, and his grip tightened. “Okay, now act normal, they're coming over.”

“I’m not normal?”

“Nico, don’t be rude!” Hazel told him off, a gentle smile on her face anyway. Her hands were in the pockets of a large purple jumper, arm threaded through Franks. He waved nervously at Nico, like he still wasn’t sure he wasn’t about to kill him via skeletons. Hazel turned to the currently covered by mist boy. “Sorry about h-”

She squinted as a door slammed near the big three cabins. Nico’s hand was definitely too tight as his sister stared down the boy next to him. She licked her lips, “why is he covered by the mist, Nico?”

He had almost forgotten she was chosen by Hecate, goddess of the mist. Almost, but not quiet. He ducked his head. “Er, so you don’t… kill him?”

“I prefer to stay out of Tartarusss actually, I heard it smellsss pretty bad down there-”

“You can’t even imagine.”

Nico froze. Oh, could this get any worse? He sighed and turned to Percy, hoping his fingernails weren’t leaving indents in the smooth skin he was clutching. His other hand was cold from the icy drink he was holding.

Percy grinned obliviously, “who got there?”

“...Starbucks.”

“Ha ha,” Hazel muttered, raising an eyebrow. Nico nodded, pretending he was laughing too, and then sped past them, dragging along the hidden gorgon to the Hades cabin, who waved happily as they left the group.

Frank shuffled, “isn’t there a two demigods not allowed alone in a cabin rule?”

Nico groaned internally. Why did he have to word the [snitchy] question in such a way? He knew what he was going to see before he even turned to the shortly disguised boy next to him. He sighed and nodded, letting go of his hand and taking a long sip of his drink as he watched the chaos go down.

“Good thing I’m not a demigod!”

Hazel’s expression didn’t shift, she’d seen right through the magic at the very start. She’d seen the coils of scales and the circular black glasses, the strangely smooth skin somewhere between human and snake. She might’ve even seen the tiny fangs. Frank stepped back behind his girlfriend a little, his eyes wide.

Percy visibly paled, and then gulped. “Oh.”

“No hard feelingsss man. You gotta do what you gotta do.”

Nico watched his gorgon for a moment and then smiled a little. He turned back to the gravel path leading to his cabin. “You ready? There’s a lot of skulls, just warning you.”

“Wait til you ssssee my place."

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sun-n-moon-showdown · 1 year

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SUN AND MOON DUO SHOWDOWN - ROUND 2

#snm polls #character polls #character bracket #character tournament #avatar the last airbender #atla #zukka #greek myhtology #artemis #apollo

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cautiouscrab · 10 months

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Are we as a society ready to talk about how Orpheus and Eurydice are character foils in the game?

Orpheus is weighted down by his and Eurydices death. He’s trapped by it, unable to see past his mistakes

Eurydice, on the other-hand, is freed by her death. Although she is angry at orpheus for his screw up, she’s found peace within her solitude in Asphodel.

This in turn gives the line “don’t look back” a different meaning in Lament of Orpheus, as it shows how Eurydice refuses to “look back” on her past life due to the peace she’s discovered in death, while Orpheus ONLY chooses to look back into his mistakes.

Looking back for Orpheus would mean that he’d have to realize change could be made, even now that he’s dead

But that’s just a theory, a ga- *gets shot*

#hades supergiant #hades game #supergiant games #Orpheus hades #Eurydice hades #orpheus #eurydice #greek myhtology #hades game theory #hades video game

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xstarrydawnx · 10 months

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Apollo: I'll take care of you.

Ares: ...It's rotten work.

Apollo,cupping Ares' face: Not to me...Not if it's you.

#been meaning to post about them #greek incorrect quotes #incorrect greek god quotes #incorrect greek mythology #incorrect greek gods #ares x apollo #apollo x ares #Ares #Apollo #greek myhtology

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elianzis · 5 months

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THEY

#art #my art #fan art #digital art #digital drawing #artwork #digital #greek myhtology #greek myths #greek gods #greek myth #ancient greece #dionysus #dionysus x ariadne #ariadne #greek mythology

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trannysaurus-regina · 2 years

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#funny #meme #memes #greek myth joke #greek myth memes #greek myhtology #apollo deity #hermes

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cjbolan · 3 months

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It’s probably no surprise the gods of war are the worst godly parents so far.

Ares straight up admits he doesn’t love his kids, Athena willingly left her daughter to die.

#I’m going purely off the show #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #Percy Jackson #Disney #disney+#ares #Athena #greek myhtology #classical mythology #rick riordan

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olivsie · 7 days

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Oh my god twins💗

#my parrots bame is hekate #hades 2 #hades #greek myhtology #hecate #hekate #i meant name not bame oops #tagamemnon

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midnightblues444 · 1 year

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Apollo!Geto x muse! Reader

Summary: the best way to get over artist block is to find a new source of inspiration

Content warnings: really rushed, suggestive

Muses, goddesses of the arts and embodiments of poetry, art and music, linked closely with the God of music Apollo and anything to do with art. Creativity ran through your veins, as a muse you were created to create.

At least you're supposed to,

With a loud crashing sound, yet another canvas has been thrown against the marble tile, and you let out a groan of utter frustration. You feel like tearing your hair out at this point with the way your works are coming out. The frustration settles in your bones while you scan the littered floor for another blank canvas to start on.

"What ever is the matter?" Another muse hurrys into your studio, looking frantic, gawking at the state of your space. "Don't worry, I'm just frustrated, my work is not going my way" you sigh out, fixing your set up. She half heartedly helps you neaten the easel, she picks up stray art pieces , studying them briefly.

"Well maybe you just need a change in inspiration, it's what works for me" she suggests, noticing how the past works all look somewhat the same. All being of nude women in gardens or on couches sitting prettily.

You think about it, looking at your failed creations, nodding slowly. Your fellow muse smiles,gently touching your shoulder "make sure to clean this mess up, Geto-sama will be here any minute for his visit" she says and makes her way out.

When Geto comes for visits, the other muses end up in a frenzy. Swarming him excitedly, showing off the art they've created bickering for his attention. Geto Suguru better known as Apollo did have something about him that caused such a fret, his presence alone even makes you want to impress him, absent mindedly holding your breath in hopes of his praises.

You know he's here by the sounds of the excited squeals coming from down the hall, opting to stay in your studio a bit longer to atleast start with thinking up a new piece.

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His Dark robes loose around his torso and hips, he warmly smiles at everyone he greets. Personalised greetings laced with the familiarity between him and the muses, shows the genuine relationship Geto has with his muses. That's probably why he picks up on your absence so quickly.

"And where is Y/n?" He asks warmly, when everyone had settled. "Oh y/n's been having creative block, so probably still in the studio", Geto nods and makes his way to you, he knows he could've waited for you to greet him in your own time but Geto has always been undeniably drawn to you.

His touches lingering a little longer, his gaze never faltering while you speak to him, he never put much action in his apparent infatuation especially because you never noticed it. So hes kept it somewhat friendly

The sound of the doors opening snapped you from your daze. You fight the urge of lashing out at the blank canvas staring back at you, directing your attention to the person at the door.

"Geto-sama" you gasped, standing abruptly in greeting. He smiles fondly, "and hello to you too" he teases, you smile at the taunt.

"I never pegged you for the messy type" he motions at the state of your studio, you feel a sudden wave of self consciousness fill your cheeks, embarrassed you laugh lightly. "I've been having... issues"

"So I've been told" he steps closer to you and your easel, bending to view your canvas his eyebrows knitting together at the sight. "I was advised to change my subject matter but I'm unsure as to what," you stumble trying to explain why the canvas was blank.

He hums in response standing up right, his fingers gently lift your chin to look up at him, his eyes glow with a mischievous glint that you cant quite place.

"Why don't you paint me instead hm?"

Your breath hitches and you find yourself nodding quickly, agreeing, he smiles.

What exactly was happening to you, your body is reacting to the simple phrase in a way you've never seen, you've painted people before, on that very couch infact, so why does your head feel like its spinning. Before you could catch up, he's sliding onto the couch and unclipping the bun that half way held his hair up , he slips out of his robes keeping a mere pieces of cloth between your gaze and his manhood.

You blinked hazily as he leaned over the arm of the couch on his forearms, raven strands sliding past his bare shoulders. You hastily grab hold of your paint brush, nervously glancing between him and the canvas.

"Geto-sama, could you maybe move to the right?" You break the silence, he shifts but you still dont like the pose. Shyly you stand, moving to him, kneeling to the level of the couch silently motioning to ask for permission to touch him.

"Go ahead I'm yours to move,"

You should have hesitated more, when your fingers grazed his cheek making him face a different direction, cupping his face, glancing at his lips, noticing your proximity.You both didn't expect the kiss that followed, shocked by yourself you pull away.

"Kiss me again" he says calmly, hesitantly you pull him in again, the kiss starts tentative but grows more with want. Your hands rest on his shoulders running your finger tips on his skin, his fingers are tangled in your hair, panting he moves from your lips to your neck, your soft breathless moans get louder as the desperation becomes more apparent.

"God.." he groans into your neck, "I should have done this sooner" pulling you on his lap with ease, you can feel him through the cloth and suddenly you realize what's happening.

"Geto-sama slow down.." you whimper, lips ghosting over his “we can drop the formalities, yeah?” he suggests slyly.

“Yeah” you sigh in response, briefly kissing him again intoxicated by how he hikes your drapery to your waist. Moving himself to be aligned with your entrance.

Everything you knew about art was that it was an expression of oneself, unpredictable and raw, that was art. This feeling, this experience to you can be equated to an art form itself, so you try clearly visualise what it would look like as a painting.

But you're too focused on the feeling of Suguru filling you up, feeling fuzzy, and drunk on him instead you try ingraining this feeling deep into your memory. In hopes your body and mind dont forget, so you can capture it later. But thinking about if you somehow forget this feeling, you wouldn’t mind a little reminder. You cant help but wonder..

...This counts as new inspiration right?

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