#aphrodite anderson

[unprofessionaldoodler]

some of the girls from the dream society - pepper, jane, amberly, and aphrodite

[saraiisstanky]

Aaron Anderson son of Aphrodite

Kali Doughty daughter of ares

Liam Alvarez son of Ares

Paris Blecher child of Aphrodite

Domingo Sommer son of Apollo

Bryan Bow son of Apollo

Anthony Flores son of Demeter

Aster Bush son of Demeter

Ren Albero son of Demeter

found some old sketches for a wip I can’t remember

I did attempt to finish the sketches to some of these but I wanted to keep my old style so it doesn’t confuse me later when I do line art

[lios-archive]

Hey! Since today's Vangelis birthday I wanted to share with you a playlist with my favourite tracks from his repertoire :)

(I recommend not to listen to it on shuffle since a few songs — AC's Seven Trumpets / Altamount specifically — must be listened one after another and in that specific order).

*playlist includes his solo works, his projects with Jon Anderson and Aphrodite's Child so far. Might as well include less known collaborations with other artists as well (Chrisma, Demis Roussos, Milva and so on)

[meekmedea]

Masterlist: My Aphrodite

A crack treated seriously AU where Clemensia would like to raise her daughter in peace. Unfortunately, life seems to suggest otherwise, with no thanks to Androcles (her serial killer ex), Livia and Coriolanus.

Blurb that started this all

Livia's thoughts about the potential father of Clemmie's child

Moodboards: Livia & Clemensia, Clemensia & Androcles

Serial Killer centric: pt.1, pt.2, pt.3 - a glimpse into pre-serial killing, pt.4

Makaria Dovecote

Chronological Timeline

Photo inspirations/related to this AU: [1], [2], [3], [4]

Snippets: [1 - Androcles], [2- Livia], [3 - Livia]

[joulex]

Some of my random pjo headcanons

-piper is a graphic liner girly, you cant convince me otherwise. She will try some creative designs and experiment with colors. If you want to have a perfect liquid eyeliner, shes the one to go to. However, she cannot do eyeshadow.

-jason gifted piper a necklace with a bolt and piper gifted jason a bracelet with a heart. They did this while they were dating so that no matter what happenned to them, they will know that what they have was real and not made up. After jasons death piper refuses to take the necklace off and always wears it in his memory.(this is cheessy as fuck but i did it in my drawing and now this is my thought process)

-if an aphrodite kid is charmspeaking, their eyes will turn sighlty pink, or like have a subtle glint in their eyes.

-thalia also does make up, but very very out there, heavy eyeliner, black eyeshadow, the opposite of subtle. She also is the go to person to give you piercings. She did most of the one she has herself

-percy is the type of guy to have a disposable camera and just take photos of everything(annabeth) and make a photo album

-rachel makes jewelery, mostly rings and charm bracelets

-frank has a very active letterboxd account. He loves wes anderson and his four favorite movies are grand hotel budapest, how to train your dragon, knives out and spiderman into the spiderverse.

-in adition to this he goes on and on about movies and the cinematography and hazel loves to hear him rant about it.

-hazel is the best at finding the perfect seats to a concert. Shes the one fighting for her life in the front lines to get the best seats and somehow she always does.

-grover is an excellent cook. Whatever you want, he can make it. Also, he bakes something for everyone of percys birthdays, trying different things each year.

Thats all for now

[gardengnosticator]

Aphrodite of Knidos

PAIRING: ellie williams x abby anderson.

SUMMARY: Being a freshman in college is hard, it's even harder when your roommate is the living embodiment of a Greek statue. Ellie Williams is doing the best she can, juggling her classes, her (nigh-nonexistent) social life, and a sketchbook filled with images no one could ever see. Shame her roommate, the immensely popular, confident and terrifyingly handsome, Abby Anderson knows exactly what to do to press all of Ellie's buttons...

WARNINGS: modern au, loser!sub!ellie, dom!abby, oral (abby receiving), face fucking, face sitting, mild exhibitionism, ellie is a huge nerd and down BAD!!!

WORD COUNT: 5k, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Everyone had always badgered Ellie that she should study art. Her doodles and sketches were always stuck to Joel’s fridge with pride even well into her senior years of high school when such parental pride would elicit nothing but groans of teenage frustration. It was all she really enjoyed, well, all that she enjoyed that could be moved into the field of higher education. Try as she might there were no classes offered anywhere that specialized in “being mediocre at video games” and “smoking large amounts of weed,” and Joel’s fatherly monologues about the school of hard knocks did not sway Ellie to a life of puttering around perpetually fixing a muscle car lodged forever in their driveway. 

So here she was, a full-fledged art student, with a tiny personal studio nook, and paints and pens and palettes and assignments. Dear lord, the assignments. Turns out college art was not just drawing her favorite comic characters kissing and actually involved writing long-winded essays about long-dead Italian and Dutch masters whose talent and skill made Ellie want to curl into a ball and burn all her work. 

At least Thursday was her escape. When she could just shut her brain off and sit in front of an easel with pencil or charcoal in hand and just draw. “Fundamentals”, a simple title for what Ellie thought of a simple class (one that certainly wasn’t the most “FUN” and the countless sketches of fruit bowls was driving her “MENTAL”)  but one she could just zone out and stop thinking in, and as of this semester she has been thinking, a lot. 

Thinking a lot; about her roommate. 

Abigail Anderson. 

An honest-to-God legend on campus. A pre-med student whose father, Jerry Anderson, had quite literally co-authored several of the huge textbooks she left lying around their shared campus apartment. A woman who, rumor had it, had a personal key to the campus gym to workout when it was closed because when she was warmed up and ready, it was too risky to let some frat bro half-ass some bicep curls in her vicinity. A flirt who had her tongue down so many girl’s throats there was a line leading up to her bedroom. Okay Ellie couldn’t comment on the first two but she knew for a fact that if Abby was getting action, it couldn’t be in their apartment. The walls were too thin to muffle the sounds of sex and the only time (okay, times…) Ellie peaked through the crack in Abby’s door to spy on her, she would be hunched over her laptop, furiously typing notes. 

Ellie understood though, there was something about Abby that commanded respect, and she wasn’t just saying that because Abby knew exactly how to bark at Ellie if the dishwasher hadn’t been unloaded. It was the way she so subtly chewed on the tip of her glasses whenever some paragraph wasn’t speaking to her, the way the muscles in her shoulders and back flexed when she was standing in the kitchen prepping her meals for the week, or the times when Ellie managed to get herself out of bed before midday and could watch in quiet awe as Abby tucked and tied her golden locks into the effortless French braid only she could pull-off. 

Ellie would find herself thinking about Abby more and more as the semester went on and that proved dire to her sketchbook, with pages ending up shamefully bundled into the trash to hide the fact she had spent several minutes carefully extenuating the curves and defined bridges of Abby’s thighs whenever she sat around in the lounge in gym shorts and a tank top that despite definitely being a large hugged Abby’s torso too well. 

Yes, Ellie thought about Abby a whole lot,  but she was quickly pulled back to the real world as her lecturer brought his hands together in a loud clap, drawing the attention of her and the entire class. 

“Now as you all know, if you had been following the syllabus,” Something Ellie most definitely hadn’t been doing, “Today is our first of several life drawing sessions.” A collective groan escaped the class as they all knew what life drawing would entail. Staring at a naked stranger for three to four hours at a time while drawing from the shoulder, not the elbow, not the wrist and trying not to make direct eye-to-genital contact with the model. 

“Come on, I know you’re all going to have a lot of fun but remember, it takes a lot of effort to make a life drawing authentic, to truly capture the dynamism of a real figure standing a few feet in front of you.” Ellie’s professor looks around at the exasperated faces of his cohort. “But… It takes more effort and quite honestly, a lot of confidence to be a life model. So say hello to…” 

Ellie’s heart drops. And then immediately decides to crawl its way up and out of her throat as an all too familiar figure, clad in just a bathrobe, damned French braid still immaculately tucked over her shoulder, marches into the room. 

“Now everyone, say thank you to Ms Anderson for giving you her time and her quite obviously well trained physique for the following weeks of classes, it takes a lot of guts to stand nude in front of your fellow college buddies, sober that is.”

That elicited a small wave of laughter from the class but Ellie had suddenly developed an incredible interest in the well chewed back-end of her pencil, absolutely positively not going to give Abby the satisfaction of making eye-contact right here and now.

Okay maybe just a glance. 

Which proved to be a devastating mistake on Ellie’s part as Abby’s blue irises all but bore into Ellie’s soul, that damned Anderson smirk coming to her lips as she brought her arms up and across her chest. “Well, my roommate does like to say that ‘if she had my body, she’d be walking around naked 24/7’, so I thought this would be a very natural thing.” 

Ellie had said that. In jest, Once. While very high and splayed on the couch, watching Abby do her neurotic routine of laying on the floor alternating between push-ups and the pages of one of her impenetrable anatomy textbooks, reciting the names of muscle groups and their insertions through the reps. The way her shoulders tensed and every single sculpted portion of Abby’s back seemed to strain against the material of her shirt had allowed Ellie, her mind dazed with weed, to mumble out the statement which she hoped Abby had neglected to hear. 

But no, that would be too good. The universe was too cruel to allow for such a small mercy and as such, Ellie found herself, freckled cheeks flushing a soft pink as she chewed on her bottom lip, Abby’s gaze still locked directly at her despite the sea of awaiting faces. 

“Today’s class is going to be broken into four separate sketches, two with a 15 minute time limit, one at 30, and then finally an hour for your last one. Use the time wisely, remember the point of life drawing is…” 

Whatever Ellie’s professor was rambling about meant quite literally nothing right now. 2 hours of staring at Abby Anderson’s naked form, no excuse not to ogle and lust after every curve and indentation of her physique, no way to avoid her eyes wandering over the supple mounds of muscle and flesh that made up Abby’s chest, her thighs… her ass. Ellie could swear her heart was on the verge of giving up on her right now, not even in her most private moments, the nights when she was tucked well under her covers, brows furrowed, lips red and raw from being chewed on, one hand languishing itself against her breast and the other working overtime between her thighs, her fingers curling into her most delicate inner walls as she imagined Abby looming over her, that husky voice a whisper as she claimed Ellie over and over again. 

And here Abby was, marching forward to take her position amongst the semicircle of student artists fumbling with their pencils and papers before claiming a very-very obviously particular spot. Right-smack-bang in front of Ellie. Oh Abby was enjoying this, Ellie was sure, really relishing the way her cheeks were darkening and her breathing getting more erratic as Abby just stood there, smug and confident as always.

“We are ready whenever you are Ms Anderson, all you are required to do is-” Abby sharply interrupts, “Stand here and look good?”

Once again a smattering of giggles come from Ellie’s fellow students and for once since she walked in, Ellie feels like she can breathe. 

“Well that and stand as still as possible, no need to worry about any sort of specific pose, just find something that’s natural and not going to give you any cramps.” 

And with that, Abby’s robe was dropped to the floor and ever so casually kicked aside and Ellie could swear the gasp that came from her throat was louder than a chainsaw. 

Abby’s body was better than anything Ellie’s filthy imagination could ever come up with. She looked like a statue of Athena. Despite being buck-stark-naked, somehow Abby didn’t shrink or hide, in fact it was quite obvious that she ruled the room right now, hip cocked to one side, a hand lazily resting against it as the other draped itself over her torso just barely hiding the folds of her slit from everyone’s gaze. And no one’s gaze was more enraptured than Ellie’s. After all that was the point of this exercise, right? To take in every inch of Abby’s bare body as presented to her, to allow her eyes to trace over the veins just bursting from her biceps, the motion of her abdominal muscles contracting with Abby’s relaxed breathing, the defined V-taper of her waist drawing Ellie’s line of sight to what could only be the most neatly maintained happy trail in the universe. 

It was good that Ellie had abandoned her grip on her pencil prior to Abby’s disrobing because it would have snapped in the death grip that was forming as the poor brunette white knuckled herself in an effort to maintain a professional allure as she made mental captures of Abby’s body. Plenty of material for those lonely nights at the very least. 

—

The collective two hours seems to drag itself over the course of what Ellie thought was closer to several years, several years that would have been preferable performing hard labor in a Siberian gulag. As Abby moved between poses, no matter how she angled her body, her face was always coyly directed right at Ellie. As the time continued to pass, Ellie could feel herself getting weaker, her lines getting shakier and the detail of her sketches slowly declining. After all, it was hard to concentrate when a good 90% of her blood flow was being directed to her cheeks and the growing warmth between her thighs. The longer Ellie allowed her eyes to trace over Abby’s frame, trying so desperately to stay on track, to allow her pencil to do the talking and not lose herself in the allure of a body so carefully crafted and put together it made Ellie’s thighs clench and the knot in her stomach to churn. 

Could Abby tell? Her classmates? Every breath Ellie let slip from her lips sounded guttural and laced with the kind of intoxicated desire that burned in her soul whenever Abby returned home glistening with sweat from whatever superhuman workout she had burdened herself with all while Ellie had been experimenting with just how long she could hold bong rips. Pure unadulterated lust radiated from those dark green irises and a slightest of slight hints of pink on Abby’s cheeks only made Ellie more desperate. 

“Pencils down, time is up, class is over. For those who wish to stay for class critique, you can have a fifteen minute break and for those who are just one and done, you may leave!” The sighs and groans of her classmates snapped Ellie out of her trance. There was no way Ellie could let anyone see these, let alone critique them! Ellie felt as if God or Zeus or some kind of deity was on the verge of divinely smiting her as she hurriedly stuffed what she could shove into her backpack, her sketchbook slammed shut with such noise several people to the side of her glance over in confusion and with that Ellie was up and gone. Before Abby had even managed to get her robe back on.

—

Ellie downs what feels like a gallon of cold water the second she returns to the apartment but no matter how hard she cranks the cold handle on the faucet it’s not enough to relax the aching, burning sensation that was deep inside of her. She began to contemplate just how easy it would be to crawl inside the freezer when the sound of the front door opening caused her to tense up against the sink. Ellie’s bottom lip is at risk of being chewed right off as she watched Abby ever so casually strut inside, gym bag cast to the floor with so much ease one would never have assumed that a mere few hours ago she had been buck naked in a room of people, people including the one gawking at her from the apartment’s kitchenette. 

“What… what th’ hell was all that about, Abs?” It feels cringy to use that nickname, something oh so casual and relaxed as if Ellie hadn’t been eye-fucking Abby’s bare cunt for two hours straight. 

“Oh that? Nothing really. Someone had put a signup sheet next to the sauna and I thought, ‘What the hell’, you don’t put this much effort into your body without wanting to show it off, just a little.” Abby brought a hand up, tucking her braid that had been resting over her shoulder to her back before turning around and leaning against the wall, broad arms crossed over her wide chest in that infinitely cocky manner that made Ellie’s legs feel like jelly.

Abby snorts, looking Ellie up and down with one corner of her lips curling into a smirk, “What’s the problem? I thought you’d have enjoyed the show, considering the effort you put in to doodling me with clothes on.” If Ellie could curl up inside herself, she would, but all she can do is white knuckle the sink and try to pretend like Abby hasn’t delivered a verbal punch to the gut. 

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about…” 

Abby lets out a tired sigh, shaking her head as she leans up from the wall, each step she took towards Ellie eliciting a seeming electric tingle down her spine until Abby was right beside her. 

“Ellie, I’m the only one here who empties the trash, don’t act as if you haven’t already been using me as your muse for the last few months.” 

Abby’s lips are mere inches away from Ellie’s ear as she speaks, her voice a hushed whisper that still held such a stranglehold on Ellie. 

“I’m flattered, honestly I am. It’s weird but in an endearing sort of way.” 

“T-Those were just practice sketches! Y-You’re so fuckin’ big a-and you take up so much space that I don’t have anything else ‘n this shithole to take inspiration from!” 

Ellie swings around to stare down Abby, face burning, brows furrowing and the anxiety inside her gut readying to express itself through her tear ducts. But all that greets her is two large palms pressing themselves against her cheeks, squeezing them in equal parts affection and control, Abby’s forehead coming down to rest against Ellie’s as she holds her in place. 

“Now-now, I know baby, I’ve been so selfish. You’ve been agonizing over me for so long and I didn’t even notice.”

 If it hadn’t been for Abby’s hands on Ellie’s cheeks she would have collapsed to the floor, Abby Anderson calling her “baby”? If this is a dream or hell, even a nightmare, Ellie doesn’t want to wake up.

 “That’s why I volunteered Ellie, because I just knew you needed that extra push to finally ask for what you’ve been wanting for so long, am I right?” 

A hand that had been cupping Ellie’s cheek had teasingly cruised its way to grip the crook of her neck, holding her head in place as Abby’s smirking lips moved to the side to graze over the lobe of Ellie’s ear.

“It must have made your stomach churn to see me like that, naked for everyone to see. Your little muse 

getting gawked at by all your classmates, bet it just made you so jealous, so needy. I’m surprised you didn’t sneak off to the bathroom to rub one out considering how fucking jittery your legs were getting.” 

Abby’s words were drenched with some horrific blend of  cruel, teasing lust that drove Ellie absolutely wild. She could feel the crotch of her boxers begin to grow damp, her half-lidding as she tried to muster some kind of retort, some kind of come back that would stop Abby in her tracks and keep Ellie from creaming her jeans right there in the middle of their kitchen. She simply couldn’t. 

“Need you… need you so fuckin’ bad Abs…” 

Ellie wasn’t even shocked at how desperate she sounded. There was no stopping this, she didn’t want this to stop and as Abby obliged, her lips trailing down, over the nape of her neck before giving the trembling little thing a hungry and possessive kiss, suckling hard and loud, every motion intent on pulling a dark purple splotch onto Ellie’s throat. 

“Show me then, show me how fuckin’ bad you need me, Ellie.

—

Ellie was prone on her bed at this point, her shirt tussled upwards to reveal her lean torso, the adorably unkempt smattering of body hair rolling from her belly button to just rest alluringly at the waist of her boxer briefs. She was so utterly and completely turned on she could barely make out the silhouette of Abby, looming over her, straddling her hips, thick hand tracing its way up and down Ellie’s bare chest. 

“No bra Williams? How masculine… or lazy, I can never really tell with you.” 

Abby crescendos her teasing by bringing her thumb and forefinger up to agonizingly pinch and roll the perked bud of one of Ellie’s nipples, the provocation drawing out a low, husky moan from the woman beneath her. Ellie trembles, her arms neatly removed from the equation as Abby’s free hand holds them both by the wrist, pinning them to the bed. All she can do is moan and whine and writhe beneath the Anderson’s body weight, the digits manipulating her nipple soon being replaced by her lips, blue eyes watching Ellie intently as her teeth and tongue raked over her chest. 

Ellie was in Hell. Definitely not Heaven. Because in Heaven the intense, aching, leaking folds of her cunt would be granted some relief but no, Abby was intent on drawing this out for as long as possible. 

“A-Abby please, please for f-fucks sake… I-I can’t…” 

That detached, aloof persona Ellie tried to carry about might as well have been crumpled and dumped into the trash as Abby’s mouth suckled atop her teat, tongue lazily rolling circles over her nipple as Ellie’s weak legs kicked about beneath her, thighs slick and dragging against one another in a desperate attempt to generate the friction Ellie was so desiring. 

“Can’t what? Come on, use your words, you’re a big girl. You were so silent during class, all those dirty, filthy, depraved things… you can say them, I want you to say them, Ellie.” 

Abby’s words were muffled as her lips busied themselves in gorging on Ellie’s flesh. Sucking, licking, biting every inch she could reach as she raised her head from her chest and down to the tender, sensitive muscle and meat of Ellie’s throat. All those nights of laying on her stomach in bed, head buried into a pillow as she writhed and humped herself stupid against her palm, fingers curling inside her cunt as she bit back moans of Abby’s name were now unraveling and it was better than any of her fantasies. As Abby sunk her teeth back into the nape of Ellie’s neck she groaned, eyes rolling back and her hips bridging up and off the bed almost in an attempt to buck the larger woman off. “Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-FUCK! I-I’ve wanted you since I s-saw you on moving day! P-Please for fucks sake, A-Abby jus’ fuck me already!” 

Abby might as well have reached inside of Ellie’s chest and snatched her very soul but instead of an onslaught of hungrier and hungrier kisses, all Ellie could feel was Abby’s weight lifting off her hips, hands freeing themselves from her body. The only thing this sudden loss in contact garnered was a needy whine, Ellie’s eyes fluttering open to behold the sight of Abby standing over her on the bed, hands fiddling with the buckle on her jeans as she smiled down at her. Ellie’s breath hitches as she watches Abby begin to drop her pants down her thighs. Thighs Ellie had spent those two hours lusting over from an uncomfortable artist’s stool and there they were, mere inches away, taunting her, beckoning for her lips and fingers to drag over them only for Abby to harshly rebuke such intent with a quick slap to Ellie’s hand. 

“Uh-uh-uh, you’ve been waiting all semester for this, I think a few more seconds isn’t going to kill you.” 

Ellie wasn’t so sure of that, if she had to wait just another minute before she could bury her head right into Abby’s crotch she was sure she was going to wither away, die and leave a pent up corpse. And that intense lust-filled gaze was definitely having an affect on Abby, she might not say it, but as her pants were discarded to the side of the bed, the dark, wet patch in the crotch of her panties was enough evidence that she was enjoying herself just as much as Ellie. The way her arousal glistened over her inner thighs was perfect, if Ellie wasn’t so overcome with desire she would have begged Abby to allow her to draw this, but all she can do is reach up to nervously tuck her thumbs under the leg holes, swirling circles with the calloused tips of her digits just near Abby’s swollen, throbbing bud. 

Just this is enough to garner a low, guttural groan from her, head craning forward to stare down at the delicious sight of Ellie’s desperate, nervous expression gazing right back up at her. 

“Go on… take ‘em off for me.” 

Abby’s tone is low, harsh, part command and part plea, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as Ellie nodded oh-so-eagerly. Ellie’s fingers curled sharply, using every ounce of her remaining self-control to not tear Abby’s panties from her hips and instead politely shuffle them southwards, her chest rising and falling harshly as Abby’s bare crotch was once again revealed to her, only this time it was drooling over her, heat radiating from it in such a lurid way Ellie couldn’t help but lick her lips. Abby shivered at the sight of those dark green pupils darkened with a greedy lust, a lust that had been calling to her the entire time she stood in front of all those straining artists but here, in the domicile of Ellie’s bedroom, the air drenched with allure of sex, it made her feel like God. 

As Abby stepped up and out of her panties she half expected Ellie to bury her face into them, debase herself even further as she fell into her grasp, but Ellie has her eyes on the prize, the bundle of nerves throbbing overhead of her, one she so dearly wishes to lavish with her tongue. Ellie’s mouth was curling and contorting with silent, wordless pleas and Abby, as cruel and cocky as can be, just wants to put this poor girl out of her misery. So she shuffles forward, allowing Ellie to snake her lithe arms around her thighs and with a surprising amount of tenderness and compassion she slowly lowers herself, taking a seat mere inches over Ellie’s face. Abby’s chest is heaving now, the tension of the situation even too thick for her to ignore, so instead she greets Ellie by grabbing a fistful of her short brown locks and holding her head in place. 

“I’m gonna fuck your face Ellie, I’m going to use your tongue and your lips and that cute little nose and I’m going to fuck you right into the bed, okay?” 

Ellie was more than okay. Ellie’s eyes were wide, her mouth hanging slack as her tongue pathetically writhed from her mouth trying to close the distance between her lips and the prize that was sitting right above her. 

“Good girl~.”

Abby croons out those last two words before committing to her descent and Ellie finally is allowed the indulgence she’s been thirsting after for God knows how long. The sharp, gasping exhale that shuddered through Abby’s throat echoed throughout Ellie’s room, but Ellie did not care. The only thing on her mind was sinking her lips into those soaked, trembling folds, intent on draining every ounce of that sickly nectar from Abby’s core. She outright moans into Abby’s cunt, eyes clenched shut with determination as her tongue rolled forth, up and down, back and forth over every delicious, leaking inch of flesh that beckoned to her. 

Ellie’s fingers tightened against Abby’s, nails driving themselves callously into her taut skin as she craned her neck for leverage as she greedily pushed her tongue forth to glaze against Abby’s inner walls. This sudden intrusion draws out a low moan from Abby’s throat, her head craning downwards to watch as Ellie rutted her face up and between her thighs. It was a divine sight, the way her slick began to smear itself across Ellie’s freckled cheeks, the girl between Abby’s legs showing no sign of stopping as she tongued her way over Abby’s insides. 

Ellie’s sloppy eagerness was more than enough to draw out louder and louder groans of pleasure from Abby, the only thing louder than her voice was the squelching of Abby’s juices smearing across Ellie’s greedy lips. Lips that soon found themselves darting upwards to circle around the throbbing bud of Abby’s clit, the sudden lavishing of Ellie’s lips causing Abby to ruthlessly buck her hips down into her face hard. The grip on Ellie’s hair was tight, and it seemed as if Abby was a cowgirl trying to tame a wild stallion and not the writhing groaning pervert beneath her.. Abby lets out a hiss of unrestrained pleasure, arching forward and giving Ellie’s now half-lidded eyes the beautiful show of her toned abdominals flexing and caving in on themselves as Abby rode her face. 

Ellie didn’t even need Abby to touch her right now, her boxers so soaked that it was if she had taken a shower in them, her thighs so slick and the tension in her core so tight all she could do was bury her face forward, nose jamming right into Abby’s hips and her fingers death-gripping those tensing thighs on either side of her head, entrapping her in stereo and not letting Ellie’s mouth receive any sort of respite. Not that Ellie wanted that right now, the apartment could be on fire, the world could be ending, and none of that would be as important as driving Abby over the edge alongside her the visceral knot of tension in both their cores pulled so tight, the edge of this cliff of pleasure clawing its way closer and closer with each wet, sloppy movement of Ellie’s tongue over Abby’s bud.

“A-Ah fuckin’ hell E-Ellie… t-that’s it… that’s fuckin’ it!” 

Whatever minuscule amount of restraint Abby had possessed had at this point completely left her body, too debased and riding the high (and Ellie’s face) of that contorting arrangement of muscle that was Ellie’s tongue diving so deep inside of it. Her hand hadn’t left Ellie’s head this entire time, not that the other girl needed to be held in place, no this was somehow the most natural of positions for her to be in, but Abby’s other hand had busied itself, riding up and under her tank-top so she could grope her chest, squeezing at the fat and muscle of her breasts in time with each of Ellie’s wet, slovenly kisses to her core. 

Abby’s stuttering demands were music to Ellie’s ears, even as Abby’s thick thighs acted as quite an efficient pair of mufflers. She wanted nothing more than for the both of them to tip over the edge together, for the sheer pressure of her tongue to become so unrelenting that Abby broke apart atop her and in that moment she could finally get the release she’s been craving since she first laid eyes on her. The only thing louder than perhaps Abby’s incessant panting was the creaking of Ellie’s wafer thin mattress as the girl on top thrashed her hips down to meet Ellie’s soaked lips until it became all too much for her. 

The fist in Ellie’s hair verged on yanking a chunk out of the poor girl’s scalp as Abby slammed her hips down, her orgasming rocketing through her, body tingling from head to toe as she gritted her teeth, jaw clenched tight as she proceeded to squirt directly onto Ellie’s face, not that it really made much of a difference considering how much slick and saliva had already smeared itself over her freckled cheeks. It was heavenly, Ellie gulping as much of Abby’s white, creamy slick as she could as the rest smeared itself over her gaping mouth. 

A mouth agape because the sheer sensation of Abby’s quivering, clenching sex above her was enough to drive the poor, pathetic, little thing to her own climax. Legs spasming and twisting around one another, partially because in Abby’s blissed out state she had proceeded to rest all her weight atop Ellie’s head directly and because she knew the amount of cum spreading over the legs of her boxers had made the pair so sticky it was as if she had run a marathon in them (No amount of cycles in the washing machine was going to undo the pure unadulterated sin these undergarments had just been through…). 

Abby would have remained in her seated position for as long as it would take for her breathing to return to normal and lungs to regain some of their capacity if not for the slightly muffled plea that came from beneath her, alerting her that in spite of everything Ellie also needed to breathe. Abby clambered off her, collapsing onto the bed right by Ellie’s side as the two women stared up to the ceiling, their chests rising and falling in unison as the sparks and spots in their vision slowly began to return to them. It was Ellie that broke the stillness of their post-coital exhaustion, a trembling hand that had previously been clutching at Abby’s thighs reaching out to lay atop of her’s. 

A breathless chuckle escapes Abby’s lips, hand rolling to the side so their fingers can intertwine. Ellie’s head lazily lolls to the side, the darkness of her room perfectly illuminating the soft green tint of her pupils as she stares across at Abby like a puppy looking at its owner. 

“When… when’s your next modelling session?” 

Abby’s hand squeezes down tightly on Ellie’s as she cranes her head over to face her.

“Not for another week I’m afraid.” 

“I don’t think I can wait that long…” 

Ellie’s rendered breathless once again as Abby shuffles over, lips pressing a possessive kiss to her throat before she mumbles,  “Well… I promise I won’t make you wait that long.”

[vifilms]

BEGGING for more milf!reader x sub!abby 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 please please PLEASE 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️ (maybe with a lil bit of a breeding kink if you’re into that) take your time love <33

†⠀❝ HEART TO HEART II ❞ ✶ ABBY ANDERSON !

"YOUNGER!ABBY HEADCANNONS"

♱

★⠀warning y disclaimers — eighteen+, nsfw content, wlw, fem!reader, age gap vague, abby is early twenties, younger!abby, uhal!lesbian vibe, mommy!kink, tw breeding kink, reader has a kid, dom!reader, sub!abby, strap (abby!), oral (abby!r), fingering (abby!r), poc!friendly, nipple play, reader is a mom.

RAYNE RAMBLES ★ thank u so much sweet angel for asking so sweetly. this has teken me longer than intended, but better late than never, right? breeding kink? are u kidding? now, ur speaking my language. hope this is as lovely as you are. if you like, don't forget to reblog!

younger!abby who can't stop thinking of the first night she spends with you.

younger!abby who can't get your addicting moans out of her head. they play on an endless loop in her mind and she wants to keep them there forever.

younger!abby who swears, even if it's only been one lovely night, she swears she about to tip over the line of love.

younger!abby who never had been manhandled until that very night with you.

Abby thought she was in control - she should've known better. It taken only a moment for your firm hands gripping her hips, maneuvering her weight until you were on top of her.

"It's all for show, huh? These perfectly sculpted arms, your chiseled abs, and don't even get me started on this face. I bet all the girls just fall at your feet."

younger!abby who blushed even more, unable to contain her reaction at each compliment rolling off your tongue.

younger!abby who wanted to tell you there wasn't other girls, but the words died on her tongue when you dragged her into the bedroom.

younger!abby who moaned softly when you played with the end of her braid, your fingers smoothing over the blonde strands.

younger!abby likes the fact you had managed to pull at what she loves most the first night in.

younger!abby who can't help the bubbling feeling in the pit of her stomach as you look at her with those goddamn eyes of yours. you were more breathtaking than should be allowed.

younger!abby who watches with a careful eye as you stepped away from her body, shoving your dress until it pools at your feet.

younger!abby who can't help put purr at you, everything on display for her greedy eyes.

younger!abby is infatuated and absolutely lost for words as she looks at you.

younger!abby who can't believe how sexy you are and can't believe you, a descendent from Aphrodite herself, could want her.

younger!abby whose heart stops as you don't walk to her. No. Not yet - you're walking to your night stand.

younger!abby tries to keep her breathing under control as you bring out the strap.

younger!abby who can't help but feel her heart beating out of her chest.

"We don't have to do this you know. If you don't like being fucked like this, I can always put my mouth to good use." You offer, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable. Abby loves how your soft voice carries across the room. The need she has for you only grows, begging for a taste.

younger!abby who feels your sweetness pull at her heart.

younger!abby who nods simply, but you don't take it as a sufficient response.

"If you want me to fuck you, you're going to have to say it, angel. Need to hear you say it."

younger!abby who fumbles the words past her lips as she's unable to take her eyes of you, but she manages to get it out.

younger!abby who feels the slick grow in between her thighs as she watches you put the strap on.

younger!abby who can't remember a time she felt this overwhelmed.

younger!abby who can't help but rub her thick thighs together in anticipation.

younger!abby who notices the smirk on your face and just how much you're enjoying teasing her.

younger!abby can only register a soft 'gotta work you open baby' and her boxers are gone.

younger!abby who usually doesn't like to be put on display like this, can't help but feel treasured as you look at her in awe.

younger!abby who loses it the moment she feels your teeth sink in her thighs, littering the punctured skin with sweet kisses.

younger!abby who doesn't know what to do with herself when all of your undivided attention is upon her.

younger!abby loves the way you have her thighs spread out, your body between them and there's no hesitation.

younger!abby who bucks her hips upwards as you give her everything she's been thinking about.

younger!abby who feels a shiver run up her spine as your tongue plays with your vulva, before flattening the muscle against your cunt.

younger!abby who tries to close her thighs around your head, but you won't let her.

"You have to keep this thick thighs open for me, baby. How else am I supposed to fuck this perfect cunt?"

younger!abby who could easily, physically over power you, but can't even imagine doing so. not when you're making her feel this good.

"If you need something to grab onto just pull on my hair." Stopping for a moment, you grab her big hands and Abby makes a makeshift ponytail, as suck on her clit.

younger!abby wonders how she has ever existed without you.

younger!abby loves you mouth, and every moan you let out as you fuck her pussy with her mouth.

younger!abby can't get get over the vibrations she feels and how you hump into the bed every time abby pulls your hair a little too hard.

younger!abby knows for a fact, she's only ever been vocal with you.

younger!abby feels her cunt gripping onto your fingers as you sink two fingers into her, and she can hear just how wet you've gotten her.

younger!abby who can't stop moaning at the feeling of your fingers fucking her and the louder she gets, the better you make her feel.

younger!abby can feel just how close she is, but then you remove your fingers and she feels empty.

younger!abby certainly can't control the whine she lets out. it's needy and carnal - it even hurts her throat a little but she really doesn't care.

"You're lucky my kid is a heavy sleeper, Abs. Or else, I'd have to punish you for it."

younger!abby who tried to at least appear guilty, but it's so hard when the only coherent thought in her mind is wanting to fuck your mouth.

younger!abby knows all she wants to feel is you, and now that you're depriving her of the need it feel like an unbearable weight to hold.

younger!abby who throws her head back when you start sinking your cock into her tight pussy.

younger!abby who feels so full with you inside her. she's trying to hold her moans in with your comment, but your first thrust pulls it right out of her.

younger!abby who is never the one who gets fucked, revels in how good it feels. knowing you wanted to fuck her already had sent her over the edge but god - you really knew how to fuck.

younger!abby who cries out your name as you pick up the pace, your cock hitting her in just the place she needs.

younger!abby who never wants you to stop, she always will crave to feel this forever. she doesn't care if it's dramatic, but you're taking care of her like no one else ever has.

"You're so loud for me. Aren't you?" You chuckle as Abby moans. "Sweet baby, never had her pussy fucked this good. All those stupid, young girls can't give you what mommy can, huh?"

"No, never like this - never this good." Abby swears as you lift, bending her leg over your shoulder, making her cock hit her even deeper. The place all her girlfriends never touched.

younger!abby whose eyes roll into the back of her head, unable to compute with pleasure you're giving her.

younger!abby nearly comes when the next sentence falls from your plump lips.

"Want to put a baby in you, Abs. God, you'd look so pretty." Your pace increasing, if it was even possible. "Would fuck all day and all night if that's what it took."

younger!abby knows it should've scared her off, but all she wants is to please you. nothing could stop the way her cunt grips on your cock like a vice.

"Anything for you. Need you to fill me up." Abby can't help but capturing your nipple in her mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh she sucks."

"Give it to me, Mommy."

younger!abby knows it's all you need before the friction of the strap is too much and you're coming along with her.

younger!abby feels herself falling as you cleans the two of you up, before she holds her.

younger!abby feels safe and she never wants this feeling to escape her.

younger!abby also can't wait until you break her brain and fuck her into oblivion again.

[astroartsya]

Beauty placements in Astrology🌸💄 Part 1

(I am mostly talking about physical beauty in face and body but attractive/seductive placement are completely different topic) These are just the basic common ones.

🌠Neptune, Venus or Moon aspecting ascendant or in the first house. -

Neptune =Their aura is intresting and different. They can be like mirrors to other people and are idolized easily. People with this placement can be invisible if they want to but suddenly have everyone staring at them. They can be bit cartoonish. This can be difficult placement but it can give so much creativity and miracles to a person.

Looks: Can have looks that people deem as iconic. You can see their faces at peoples houses , public places and in paintings and in clothes. Unique but classic at the same time. They look dazzling in photos.

Archetype: Siren that lures you with gentle lullaby and turns into a monster. No one can resist the urge that they bring up.

Celebrity examples-->

//Neptune in the first house/ Conjunct//: Marilyn Monroe, Kim Kardashian, Kylie Jenner, Ariana Grande, Scarlett Johansson, Nicole Kidman, Eminem, Tom Cruise, Chris Evans, Paris Hilton, Paul Mcartney, Paris Hilton, Bradley Cooper.

//Neptune opposite ascendant//: Audrey hepburn, Halle Berry, Adele, Lady Gaga, Christina Hendricks, Amy Adams, Jared Leto.

//Neptune trine ascendant//: Jim Morrison, Michael Jackson, Whitney Houston, Heath Ledger, Jessica Alba, George Clooney, Cindy Crawford, Julia Roberts, Sophia Loren.

//Neptune square ascendant//: Elvis Presley, Britney Spears, Johnny Depp, Elizabeth Taylor, Rihanna, Dua Lipa, Jimi Hendrix, Birgitte Bardot, Ryan Gosling.

//Neptune sextile ascendant//: Madonna, Beyonce, Leonardo Dicaprio, Keanu Reeves, Kurt Cobain, Monica Bellucci, Christina Aguilera, Sharon Stone, Grace Kelly, Aaliyah, Khloe Kardashian.

They are magical, mysterious and etherial.

🎇 Venus= They are just gorgeous and have such a balanced body and face. People enjoy their company and they can become popular easily. Good placement in every aspect but vanity can occur so it's good to have something where to use that visual/artistic gift even as just a hobby.

Looks: They are very aesthetic and are often used as wallpapers for that reason.

Archetype: Aphrodite who bring pleasure and beauty that you can't get enough of. The senses are overwhelmed and lured you in.

Celebrity examples--->

//Venus in first house/ Conjunct ascendant//: Angelica Jolie, Beyonce, Rihanna, Shakira,Bella Hadid, Charlize Theron, Anna Nicole Smith, George Clooney, Selena Gomez, Katy Perry, Cameron Diaz, Zayn Malik, Elizabet II, Audrey Hepburn, Kourtney Kardashian, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Blake Lively, Vanessa Paradis, Jude Law, Doja Cat.

//Venus opposite ascendant//: Kurt Cobain, Lana Del Rey, Prince, Marlond Brando, Russel Brand, Cindy Crawford, Muhammad Ali, Tyra Banks, Ru Paul, Willow Smith.

//Venus trine ascendant//: Ariana Grande, Jennifer Lopez, Justin Bieber, Britney Spears, Natalie Portman, Jennifer Lawrence,John F Kennedy, Elizabeth Taylor, Kate Winslet, Sophia Loren, Meghan thee Stallion.

//Venus square ascendant//: Kim Kardashian, Billie Eilish, Gia Carangi, Birgitte Bardot, Christina Aguilera, Mila Kunis, Uma Thurman, Richard Gere.

//Venus sextile ascendant//: Lady Gaga, Pamela Anderson, Paris Hilton, Audrey Hepburn, Zac Efron, Dua Lipa, Kim Basinger, Amy Adams, Madison Beer.

Beautiful, stylish, symmetrical, sensual, artistic .

🌌Moon= Can reflect other peoples emotions and be very sensitive/emphatetic. Children and animals are drawn to these people. Just so adorable. Their style/makeup can be expression of their feelings.

Archetype: Nyx that in the dark evening shines mysteriously and brings nostalgia upon you and holds you dearly . You can be completely vulnerable you feel like a child again.

Celebrity examples--->

||Moon in 1st house/ Conjunct ascendant||: Madonna, Michael Jackson, Leonardo Dicaprio, Katy Perry, Whitney Houston, Audrey Hepburn, Bella Hadid, Aishwarya Rai, Anna Nicole Smith, Rihanna, Scarlett Johansson,George Harrsion

||Moon opposite ascendant||: Marilyn Monroe, Miley Cyrus, Birgitte Bardot, Jessica Alba , Gven Stefani, Liv Tyler, Uma Thurman, David Bowie, Muhammad Ali, Adele.

||Moon trine ascendant||: Kanye West, Kristen Stewart, Justin Timberlake, Paris Hilton, Sandra Bullock, Khloe Kardashian, Zac Efron, Vanessa Paradis, David Beckham.

||Moon square ascendant||: Lana Del Rey , Heath Ledger, Tom Cruise, Sharon Stone, Emma Watson, Zendaya, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Jim Morrison, Michelle Pfeiffer, Winona Ryder

||Moon sextile ascendant||: Robert Pattinson, Keanu Reeves,Jennifer Aniston, Kylie Jenner, Cameron Diaz, Ryan Gosling, Pamela Anderson, Kourtney Kardashian, Russel Brand, Rita Hayworth.

Feminine, soft, innocent, approachable, artistic.

[angrygirlromero]

HELPLESS

Warning: Grammar errors, violence, suggestive themes!

Pairing: Clarisse La Rue x male¡forbiddenchild

Adonis Anderson wasn’t a bad kid, sure his entire being was a danger to Olympus and all it’s content, but he had no bad intentions, all he’d ever wanted was to be noticed by his father, Zeus, who had refused to even acknowledge his existence since his arrival at camp.

Everyone knew he was a forbidden child, but as Luke always said there was no way of forcing the gods to do something, especially be responsible for their actions or their children. Adonis had lived in the Hermes Cabin since his arrival at Camp where he had made a show in striking down lightning bolts from the sky to take down over a hundred monsters that were after him at the age of 12.

Since then Adonis Anderson had become the pride of Camp Half-Blood, he was a dutiful young man always making sure to take care of new comers, he had a gentle manner with a fierce spirit and need to prove himself, skilled with a sword Adonis was favored by her father’s wife, Hera.

Hera had taken the young boy under her beautiful wings to protect and guide, allowing love to fill his heart, she would make sure this child turned out nothing like her sour husband, Zeus could have his other bastard forbidden children, he could praise and brag about Thalia and Jason all he wanted, but Adonis was hers to keep.

At the Goddess’s fondness of the young boy, the other gods of Olympus had turned a blind eye to his existence, considers Zeus did not seem to bother about him, Hera made it her job to keep her sweet boy safe and out of danger.

Adonis Anderson stood out in the training grounds of Camp, in all his sweaty glory his shirt had been thrown to the side now being stolen by some crazy Aphrodite girl that was now smelling the drenched fabric, his pants hang low on his waist as he and Luke circled each other, both waiting for the other to make the next attack.

A circle of Campers crowded around the pair as the Aphrodite girls cheered the loudest for Adonis, causing Luke to roll his eyes with a chuckle as he attacked striking at Adonis, allowing Adonis to defend himself, their swords colliding, as Luke moved quickly on his feet to attempt to attack once more, their swords clashing over and over as Adonis and Luke left little cuts and bruises all over each other.

Yet soon enough Adonis had Luke tackled on the ground with his sword at his neck as camper cheered the two on for the demonstration of such an exciting fight. Adonis soon letting go his hold on the son of Hermes as they both laughed at the while Luke shook his head as he observed the hand his best friend had nos offered him, the son of Hermes soon taking his hand to held him up.

“Alright I’ve gotta admit you won this one fair and square, without any powers” said Luke as he shook his friends hand as he smiled breathlessly at him, “and he admits it everyone, finally!” Exclaimed the forbidden child causing the campers to chant his name.

Adonis smiled brightly as he lifted his arm in the air to hype the chants of his name, his dark green eyes scanning the crowd of teenagers in search of her, and sure enough there Clarisse stood all the way to the back of the crowd with her siblings a blank look on her pretty face as he flashed her a handsome smile, causing the girl to blush slightly and shake her head before turning and walking a way, causing his smile to drop.

As if snapping him back to reality Luke placed his hand on his shoulder shaking his head as he led the brunette to lunch, “I don’t know what you see in her honestly” said Chris from his left side now joining the two boys as he gave Adonis a pat of his shoulder, “Leave him along Chris, everyone has their own taste” defended Luke as Adonis shook his head at both of their rambling, his mind solemnly on her.

If Adonis was being honest he wasn't quite sure when his crush on Clarisse started, or why he even liked her, all he knew was that he found himself yearning to be in her presence, loving the way her eyes trailed over his body when she thought he wasn’t looking, he loved the way her messy hair would fall in her face when she fought or trained her siblings, in other words Adonis Anderson was head over heels obsessed with Clarisse La Rue.

“Yeah he’s obsessed with a girl that tries to kill him every time we play capture the flag, I mean at this point buddy I think the girl likes you just as much as you like her, she always seems to go directly for you during capture the flag” Adonis smiled at Chris words, “you really thinks she likes me back?” Asked Adonis causing Luke to give him a look of disbelief.

“Come on Anderson, you’re the most powerful and let’s not mention handsome demigod here, what’s not to like” said Luke as a young boy came running up to Adonis and gave him a shirt, “thanks Clark” said Adonis before the little boy was running off again.

“We’re talking about Clarisse here, the daughter of Ares isn’t she like my niece or something?” Asked Adonis as they made it to the eating area where Percy, the new kid sat looking at his Macaroni and cheese in his plate with skeptical look, his head soon turning to the three boys that sat themselves at his table.

“Hey Percy” greeted Adonis, as Percy offered him a short smile, “aren’t we all here related anyways?” Said Chris, “what are you guys talking about?” Asked Percy with a curious gaze, “Adonis here had a crush, but he’s worried about her being his niece and her not liking him back” explained Luke.

“Everything in that sentence sounds wrong, what is this game of thrones?” Suggested Percy as he looked at Adonis for answers on the matter. “I- Ive like this girl for the longest time but she’s a bit difficult-“ “crazy you mean” interrupted Chris, “well who is it?” Asked as inocente Percy, “Clarisse” replied Chris without hesitation leaving Percy with his mouth opened.

“What about me?” Asked Clarisse from behind Chris causing the boy the flinch at the sound of her voice, “we were just talking about what happened in the bathrooms-“ rambled Percy, causing Clarisse to roll her eyes her gaze soon falling to Adonis who stared at her with soft eyes.

How she despise those beautiful green eyes, she could get lost in them forever, but as enticing as that might sound, she couldn’t let herself fall for him.

“What happened in the bathroom last night, Percy?” Asked Adonis not bothering to break eyes contact with the Ares girl, “well you see I was going to the bathroom like any normal person does, and Clarisse and two of her siblings just popped up out of nowhere and tried attacking me, I mean I know I’m an easy target but come on-“ rambled Percy.

“Really? So you tried to hurt the new camper on his first official day here La Rue?” Challenged Adonis, “yeah so what are you gonna do about it Anderson?” Teased back Clarisse half expecting Adonis to back down.

But to her surprise the son of Zeus stood to his feet surprising everyone at the table, as he came closer to Clarisse towering over her as she swallowed down her nerves holding her head high.

“You need to be taught lesson” whispered Adonis into her ear “so you can learn to stop resisting me and stop being such a little brat” said Adonis as Clarissa’s breathe to hitch in her throat as Adonis throw her over his shoulder folding her body in half effortlessly before carrying her into the woods.

“Well someone’s not gonna be able to walk tomorrow” muttered Chris under his breathe, as the group watched Adonis leave a harsh slap on the Ares girl’s right butt cheek, “she deserves it” said Percy as both Luke and Chris exchanged a look, how innocent Percy was.

[johannestevans]

Directory of Work Updated!

Good evening, all!

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I am unfortunately still basically bed-ridden with a some respiratory virus that’s been at me for a little over a week now - thus why I’ve not been publishing much. I do have several works that are awaiting attention that I’m quite excited about - some commissions and art trades in the wings, as well as some pieces that have been planned for a while.

Rest assured that once I’m able to actually write properly for any length of time without passing out again, a variety of delicious new works will be out to you.

Firstly, I’m just after updating my Directory of Work on Medium, which is a few hundred shorts strong now!

I’m now over to Bluesky virtually entirely - I will no longer be uploading to or posting to Twitter / X virtually at all. On the plus side, though, Bluesky has now introduced threading, and of the new works I have here, a few are threadfics on Bluesky!

With the current state of things in the USA and Patreon already being overly eager in regards to censorship and suppression of works it decides are too queer or sexual for its liking, I am increasingly anxious about the platform. I am increasingly making more of my eBooks available on different platforms, branching out most recently into publishing some on Ko-Fi and Itch.

I don’t want to stop using Patreon by any means, but I want to remind all readers that my works are always also available on Medium - without the same level of censorship Patreon employs - and that my regular updates are always available directly on Buttondown as well as Tumblr and social media in full.

SLAKE HOUSE, an erotic horror choose-your-own-ending anthology, is also growing close to publication - I believe we’re hoping for a release toward the end of this month, and of course, I’ll send out updates when that’s the case. I’m super excited about my contribution to this one, and I’m very much looking forward to readers being able to get a taste!

New Works Published

Short Story: Two Birds

Rated T, 3.2k. A priest of Aphrodite, secreted in a secluded fort for the benefit of his father, a politician, makes small talk with a new soldier. Adapted from a TweetFic.

On Medium / / On Patreon.

Serial Update: An Uncommon Betrothal

Alexos and Felice Garibaldi go back to his hotel room.

On WorldAnvil / / On Medium / / On Ao3.

New ThreadFic: To The Country

Some 1800s domesticity with a sex worker being brought out to the country after the gentleman he was nursing through his final days dies.

On Bluesky.

Dudes Rock: A Celebration of Queer Masculinity in Speculative Fiction — New Book Release on Amazon, published by The Circus Collective

What does masculinity mean to you? Whether the answer is "toxic" or something more aspirational, speculative fiction can help you find the language to talk about it. The stories in this anthology visualize all the different ways masculinity might look in a world different than our own, for better or worse. Imagine living in a universe where you'd feel safe telling your best friend you've always loved him, or where smoking hot demons exist to indulge all your worst impulses. From buff aliens to gender-affirming werewolf bites, Dudes Rock is about celebrating everything that queer masculinity can become beyond the confines of a single world, and we want you to rock with us. Featuring stories by Chase Anderson, Johannes T. Evans, Oliver Fosten, Jonathan Freeman, Rick Hollon, Sam Inverts, S. C. Mills, Franklyn S. Newton, Jay Kang Romanus, Aubrey Shaw, Simo Srinivas, Candy Tan, and Scott Vaughn.

Buy on Amazon / / Review on GoodReads / / Review on TheStoryGraph

Inside an Anthology: Dudes Rock ed. by Jay Kang Romanus

From LGBTQ Reads.

[haganezukawaifu]

𝑅𝑜𝓈𝒶 𝒟𝑜𝓁𝒸𝑒 𝒞𝒽. 𝟣

Before we start, if you haven't read Rosa Dolce on AO3 yet, here are some things you want to know. I would like to say my OC is a person of color. She is black as I am black. This is her point of view, in first person and this is her story. I hope you all enjoy it and without further do, let's begin. All rights belong to Stephine Myers. I only own Christine Anderson, my created character, and her storyline. Christine Anderson

~ Masterlist~ Next ~

"La mia dolce rosa."

I heard as I began to look for the voice. I found myself in a place that I had no familiarity with. I took a step down the hall, and I saw a portrait on the wall. I wandered the hall until I stood in front of a door. What is behind this door and where does it lead to? Just when I was about to reach out.

"Christine."

I woke up at the sound of my name. "We're almost there." Where am I? Oh right, Cordelia said that we were traveling somewhere but never told me where. So here I am sitting in the back, waiting for my destination. In the passenger seat sat my brother Anthony listening to his music no less. 

"Where are we going." "Well, I have a friend that I would like you to meet. I think you might enjoy meeting her," she said as she smiled. I don't know if I would like her or not. Cordelia is my foster mother. I was in a home since I was four years old and now, I am six years old, living with Cordelia and her son.

'We must be going somewhere far.'

The location was farther than I expected. I had never seen Cordelia drive this far out before in California but soon we turned in and I felt the car stop. We must be here. Cordelia shut off the car and Anthony got out first, then Cordelia and then me. We were in a park...I held her hand as I followed her to the entrance. A short brown-haired woman and a girl who looked just like her were waiting at the entrance.

"Renée. Nice to have you here," Cordelia said with a smile. The woman name Renée gave a welcoming smile in return. "Thanks for inviting me. It would be a pleasure for my daughter to have some friends," the woman name Renée said. Then I saw the girl that was beside her holding her hand.

'She looks to be about my age.'

"Bella, this is Cordelia. A teacher I work with at the school. And this little one right here is Christine. She's the same age as you," Renée introduced us. A girl name Bella said, "Hi." So, she is the same age. I wasn't used to meeting other kids my age. I was always around older kids in the home I stayed in but once I got adopted, it was just me, Cordelia, and Anthony. 

"Christine. Why don't we enter inside, and you and young Bella can explore and play?" Cordelia suggests. I grip her dress and look up at her. "But Cordelia." "It's okay, she won't bite. If anything, we would be with you," the woman’s name Renée said with a smile.

I didn't know if I should believe her, but Renée seemed trustworthy. So, If Cordelia trusts her, I guess I can too. I walk toward Bella as we both walk inside and to the playground. As I got to know Bella, we became friends. We like almost the same things. We both did ballet and she did piano. We hung out every chance we got together but our friendship didn't last long. Soon after Bella moved to Arizona and I moved away from California, Cordelia opened a flower shop in Forks, Washington. "Aphrodite Garden" she named it. It wasn't a terrible place actually; the shop was pleasant to be around but the weather in Forks was sometimes humid in a way. I hate how it makes my hair frizz. Soon I began to help around the shop, it became the most fun place to be around. Upon turning 14, Anthony left home, leaving Cordelia alone with me. Now I am 17 years old, in my junior year of high school. I'm in no after-school clubs, play any sports, and rarely have any friends here in this boring old town. I just spend my time at Aphrodite's and reading literature. I guess you can say I spend so much time there that people at school start suspect that I'm a witch. Ironic, isn't it? Occasionally, I would daydream and return to that place I always return to. Sometimes I can hear them even when I-.

"Christine."

I looked up and found Cordelia calling my name, holding a spatula in hand, and wearing her 'Plant Mom' Apron. I must have been daydreaming again. "Are you okay? You'll hardly touch your food." I think I hardly eat anything nowadays. "How was your sleep? Did you sleep well?" She asks. I can hardly even sleep. My dream always begins to become like that place that pulls me in every night. Same hallway. Same portrait on the wall. Same door. And that same voice calling me as they are longing to see me as I am to them. 

"Christine."

"Hmmm." "Is there something on your mind? Are those kids bothering you again," she asked. "No. I'm fine Cordelia. Don't worry. I can handle myself." Cordelia sighed as she walked toward me and held my hand. "Promise me you will tell me if something bothers you," she said. "You know I will. I must go. I'll make sure to be by the shop earlier to help with the batch order."

I stood up and grabbed my bag and keys and walked out. I headed toward my black Prius hybrid (I own a Prius but it's gold but yeah) as I unlocked it and got inside, started it up, and began my route to school. Cordelia never really wanted me to call her 'Mom.' Only because when she adopted me, she told me it wasn't necessary yet. To call her Cordelia instead as I always have. Soon I made it to school, turned into the lot, and parked my car in a designated spot. As soon as I got out, I grabbed my bag and went inside. Keeping my head down and walking toward my locker in an attempt to avoid one person in mind. But.

"Hey there Enchantress."

I sighed and looked to my side, and it was Mike. I rolled my eyes in annoyance "What is it, Mike."

'It's unfair enough I share English with him.'

"Rumor has it that one of the measuring cylinders exploded during Bio. You wouldn't have anything to do about that," he said as he leaned right by my locker. "If I did, you wouldn't hear it from me. Besides it wasn't my cylinder." I continue to browse my locker getting my books for class. Trying to get out of this conversation. "Are you sure? You didn't cast any spells before class, right," he asked smirking. I slam my locker door shut as I turn to look at him. "Go away. Don't you have better things to do than annoy me?"

I walk off with books in my hand as I run my hand through my curly hair in frustration. Why so early in the morning? He has annoyed me since the school started. Like God, what will it take for him to leave me alone? I walked into my English class, and I saw Mr. Mason was on his computer. I saw the classroom was rowdy as ever. I walked to my usual seat which was at the back of the class and put my things beside my chair. I sigh. English. One of my favorite classes. Reading literature is one of my favorite things of mine. I blame my brother Anthony for that. He would read every book he could get his hands on and sing to me. Oh, Anthony.

'I wonder what he’s doing now.'

Suddenly the bell rang, and a girl came inside that I had never seen before. She had brown hair, and ivory skin and didn't seem like someone who would play sports despite the sports jersey she was wearing. I wouldn't tell. She gave Mr. Mason a paper and stood there. I don’t think I ever have seen her before besides my usual classmates like Rosalie, Alice, Mike, and Eric. The last bell rang, meaning everyone must be in their class; Mr. Mason closed the door as the classroom continue to be busy.

"Alright class. Settle down," Mr. Mason said.

The class fell silent. “Okay, Ms. Isabella Swan. You can see in the back,” he said as he motioned her to sit down. Wait, did I just hear that right? Isabella. Swan. Do you mean?

'Bella.'

[stellasfictionalworld]

part 1.

part 2.

a/n: i love this dumb nepo baby who is trying his best. takes place sophomore year, and the golden/godolkin four are getting big. reader is referred to as cupid. 

reader x andre anderson 

cw: (i mean you’ve watched the show so) implied sex, swearing, under age drinking, fluff

word count: 1,010

It was the annual gala held for Godolkin University. The start of your sophomore year, and time for the Student Rankings to move around again. Your mission? Make it to the top 5. Your heels ached, and your stomach wanted something more than champagne, but you were terrified of your dress popping if you did. You laughed dryly, while your mom’s gloved hand touched your shoulder. Your face already started to ache from the fake smiles and you excused yourself from potential sponsors. 

You’d given polite smiles all the way to the bathroom, then let out a deep sigh. You rubbed your face, fixed your makeup, and smoothed out any creases in your dress. Then you headed back out with your head held high. Despite the fact your mom lived through you, she still looked out for you. That pat on the shoulder was your cue to take a beat and come back with a non-pained smile on your face. You strode past the bar but whipped your head back to catch your peers at the bar. 

Luke Riodarn, flying through the Student Rankings ever since the end of freshman year. His arms were around Cate Dunlap, who was using a bottle of vodka to cover up her giggles. Your eyes drifted to Andre Anderson, son of B-tier hero Polarity, with an arm slinking around a girl. Cate must have used her powers to sneak them a bottle of booze and they started to walk away. Then Cate found you staring at them, and she grinned widely. She curled her leathered hands and waved you over. 

You took a step forward but didn’t move an inch closer. There was guilt pooling in your chest, but you shook it off. You’d guaranteed enough sponsors, plus your mom could take care of the rest alone. So you trailed behind the group and grabbed a pretty glass for yourself. You sat across from Luke and put your glass down. 

“So, Cupid,” Cate laughed, her face flushed and eyes glassy, “I’ve heard you backed off on the… y’know…” she tilted her head to the side slightly. 

“Fucking,” Andre finished the sentence for her. He poured you a glass and you nodded in his direction. 

“Andre,” Cate said hushed with wide eyes. 

“It’s fine. I got bored,” you shrugged and took a sip of the drink, “and realized I was a freshman whore,” you scrunched up your nose. 

“And your ranking fucking dropped,” Andre cracked a smile. 

“You should get a prize for that,” Jordan chipped in, “Fastest way to lose your rating, by the Cupid.” They had a smug look on their face and you rolled your eyes. They took a seat next to you and muttered a sarcastic “thanks.” 

“That’s why I wanna go for more of a… Aphrodite vibe,” you said.

“That’s not bad,” Luke sent a smile your way. 

“Anyway, this shit is boring holy fuck,” you rubbed the bridge of your nose, “I can’t fuck freely,” you groaned. It was true, now more than ever it was crucial. It could easily get political, and start unnecessary drama, leading to a plummet in your career (which hadn’t even started). You finished your drink and let Andre pour another one. 

“Well if you ever need someone to fuck in secret,” Andre winked at you, “I’m down.”

“Don’t tempt me,” you said and then frowned, “but you aren’t the first to offer.” 

That other girl from before was long gone, his attention now on you. Your cheeks were flushed from the good stuff already, but the way he inched closer to listen made your face burn. 

“Ooookay guys,” Cate almost tripped while getting up and Luke flinched to catch her. “I’ve snuck in, drunk my booze, and I’m ready to go. Byeee,” she grabbed Luke’s hand with a wide smile before disappearing with him. Jordan had disappeared from your side too. You looked back at Andre and you both laughed softly. 

“Shit,” Andre dragged out the word and then took another sip.

“Listen, Andre,” you started with your brows knitted together, “I appreciate your offer, but… I mean yes but… fuck never mind,” you looked over your shoulder. The dresses and suits were slowly dispersing. 

“No no sorry,” Andre caught your eyes, and you swallowed thickly, “I didn’t mean it, kinda,” he said. “I mean yes that offer still stands but– fuck-” he scrambled for his words.

“I get what you mean,” you stopped him from further embarrassment, “but let’s start by being friends,” you said. 

He looked a little surprised, but then his face melted into something softer. He poured out the last of the bottle. 

“Friendship,” he nodded his head towards you, and you clinked his glass.

“Friendship,” you grinned. 

…

You went to bed with a warm fuzzy feeling in your chest. Something you hadn’t felt since freshman year in high school. The alcohol helped numb out your mom’s bitchy comments towards you when you found her later that night. You fell asleep with ease.

When you woke up, you were immediately met with multiple notifications. One from an unknown number, so you opened its message. 

1:05 am

hey this is andre. 

1:06 am

i got your number from one of your old… friends? he kinda seemed like a dick.

You rolled your eyes, wondering which hookup it was. You never really had friends from freshman year. 

1:10am

me, luke, cate, and jordan were invited to this party. let me know if you wanna come.

You saved his number and started to type out a text. Annoyingly enough, you couldn’t decide on what to type. You spent about 10 minutes before hitting send. 

11:23 am

i’ll be there :) 

You set your phone down, and it buzzed immediately. Your brows shot up as you saw a text from Andre. He’d forwarded the invite to you and told you to dress nice but not gala nice. You were hoping for a more chill setting for today’s Saturday evening, but it was a party, right? Who could say no?

[catindabag]

Ok. Hear me out. We all know that the Capitol peeps fashioned themselves like Ancient Rome with a dash of Hellenistic influence, but in a futuristic manner, right? They even have the habit of naming their kids after famous Roman/Greek deities, generals, rulers, and heroes. Apollo and Diana Ring are the most obvious ones. Heck, the 24 OG mentors from TBOSAS are the greatest examples. From Juno, Androcles, Gaius, Persephone, Festus to Coriolanus, Florus, Felix, and Lysistrata. More or less, their parents are a proud bunch of Aeneid-Iliad-Shakespearean theater fanatics.

So if you’re a Capitol citizen, you better have an extra copy of The Iliad and The Aeneid on standby when you finally get the opportunity to name your baby.😀

But seriously, I think The Academy educates their students about these kinds of classical books in literature and rhetorics class. So it’s safe to say that Coryo and his classmates have read and enjoyed Homer’s The Odyssey.

However, this post is not about that.

This post is about me imagining the 24 OG Mentors in my crack!AU adapting and releasing their own theatrical version of Epic: The Musical (by Jorge Rivera-Herrans) in front of Panem as punishment for postponing the Hunger Games (forever).🤣

So here’s the cast:

Coryo Snow as ✨Athena✨😌💅

Festus Creed as ✨King Odysseus✨

Persephone Price as ✨Queen Penelope✨

Pliny “Pup” Harrington as ✨Eurylochus✨

Sejanus Plinth as ✨Polites✨

Felix Ravinstill as ✨Poseidon✨

Hilarius Heavensbee as ✨Zeus✨

Juno Phipps as ✨Hera✨

Gaius Breen as ✨Hermes✨

Arachne Crane as ✨Scylla✨🥲🔪

Livia Cardew as ✨Aphrodite✨

Florus Friend as ✨Telemachus✨

Androcles Anderson as ✨Polyphemus✨😂

Domitia Whimsiwick as ✨Calypso✨

Clemensia Dovecote as ✨Circe✨

Apollo Ring as ✨Apollo✨

Urban Canville as ✨Ares✨ & ✨Tiresias✨

Iphigenia Moss as ✨Aeolus✨

Dennis Fling as ✨Antinous✨ & ✨Hephaestus✨

Vipsania Sickle as ✨Winion #1✨

Io Jasper as ✨Winion #2✨

Diana Ring as ✨Lotus Eater #1✨

Palmyra Monty as ✨Lotus Eater #2✨

And Lysistrata Vickers is their stage play director.

PS: This is also an excuse to imagine Coryo and Festus having an epic sing-off dance battle when they perform Warrior of The Mind & My Goodbye.

[jamesheathridge]

whenever i look up louis de pointe du lac and get jumpscared by brad pitts ugly mug instead of the mortal aphrodite that is jacob anderson

[midwestbramble]

Rose Folklore

Rosa spp.

Ruled by ♀

⸙༄𓆤𓆩𓆪❁𓇢𓆸🏵

Contents:

Overview

Folklore

Uses in Witchcraft

Safety Notes

Conclusion

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Overview

The Rosa genus incorporates over 100 different species and 18,000 cultivars, ranging from the simple dog rose to the impressive Juliet. Most folklore is talking about the dog rose native to Europe, North-Western Africa, and Western Asia. The meadow rose (Rosa blanda), Arkansas rose (Rosa arkansana), and Rosa carolina are native to Iowa, my home state.

Most wild roses are going to look and grow similarly to the dog rose. These flowering bushes are found growing along woodland edges near lakes and rivers. Rosebuds will generally begin to form in the summer. Most wild cultivars will only have five petals and thorny stems with golden stamens in the middle. The fruit, known as a rosehip, form in late autumn.

The petals and leaves are best gathered on a dry, sunny day just after blooming to get the best volatile oils and aromatics. The hip is best gathered after they have been exposed to a light frost. It will turn from an orange color to red. Considered a noxious weed, you will not hurt it.

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Folklore

*Some folklore belongs to marginalized groups. These are here for the inclusion of these groups so that they feel seen in the community. Please remain respectful of cultural boundaries.*

-Birth of Aphrodite-

In the eighth book of the Illiad, Homer tells us of how Aphrodite was born of sea foam. When she steps onto land a plant grows where her foot touched. According to Anacreon this was the first white rose and they also grew where the sea foam dripped off of her.

-Adonis and Aphrodite-

The tenth book of Metamorphoses, Ovid recounts the tale of Adonis’ death. In the tale, any time Adonis is not spending in the underworld with his adoptive mother, Persephone, he is spending with Aphrodite and the two are thought to be madly in love. One day, Adonis is pierced by the tusk of a boar he is hunting. Aphrodite, hearing his moans, rushes to his side to try to help. On her way, she pricks her toe on a thorn and her blood colored the white rose red. Unfortunately, she doesn’t make it to Adonis in time.

-The Crucifixion of Jesus Christ-

The Virgin Mary is said to have pulled her son down from the cross with roses growing where her tears fell. It’s also connected to her as a symbol of purity. The Rosary is named in her honor and in Latin means “garland of roses.”

The connection to the passion of the Christ comes from the five wounds he received when crucified and the five petals of the rose. One on each hand, one on each foot, and one on the side. The crown of thorns he wore on the cross is thought to be rose thorns.

-Sleeping Beauty (Briar Rose)-

Within the Grimm Brothers collection of German fairytales is the familiar story of Sleeping Beauty. The Princess’ name is Briar Rose and whoever tries to enter the thorny hedge that has grown up around the castle will get stuck in die. It only parts for the last Prince because it is the day the castle wakes from its slumber. Many of these would-be-intruders had heard rumors of the sleeping beauty and wanted to wake her. I think the rose hedge was protecting her.

-The Snow Queen-

In Hans Christian Andersons story, little Gerda is trying to find her friend Kay. Gerda is welcomed in by an old woman who knows magic and identifies her as a good witch. She makes Gerda forget about Kay and the little rose bush they shared together, and her own rose bush goes underground. When the old woman wears a rose covered hat, Gerda remembers Kay and she tries to ask all the flowers in the garden if they know where he is. They don’t and Gerda cries, watering the spot where the roses were. They pop out of the ground and tell her that Kay is not dead. They know because they were just in the ground where all the dead things are. So Gerda continues her journey to find her friend Kay.

-The Cherokee Rose-

When the Cherokee people were made to move on the trail of tears they lost many people, including children. The cherokee rose appeared on the trail to give them comfort and remind them of their strength and courage to protect their remaining children. The golden center is a reminder of the white mans greed.

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Uses in Witchcraft

Much of the folklore revolves around lost love and death. This is a wonderful plant for helping a grieving heart, it's even classified as a euphoriant herb for purposes just like this. It holds the heart and helps you cry and grieve. For what is grief if not love preserving? (thank you WandaVision).

The thorns are also seen as protective, surrounding Briar Rose's castle as she slumbered, protecting her from would be suitors. Maybe a good plant to help you sort out your own. I've even seen rose thorns used to beat away harmful spirits.

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Safety Notes

The petals may reduce iron absorption in humans when taken at the same time as iron supplements, please wait an hour between the iron and the rose tea. Rose hips are safe, just strain out the hairs to avoid irritation.

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Conclusion

The wild rose is a perfect flower for this time of year, as many people begin focusing more on ancestors and general spirit work. I've used it as an offering to many different spirits of the dead and it has been received well (unlike some other plants). While many people think of it as a flower of love, there's more to love than romance.

References:

Iowa State University Extension Office

Midwest Medicinal Plants by Lisa M. Rose

The Legend of the Cherokee Rose

Southern Cunning by Aaron Oberon

Images

Title image made on Canva

The Birth of Venus, Sandro Botticelli (c. 1484-1486)

The Awakening of Adonis, John William Waterhouse (1899-1900)

Michelangelo's Pieta (commissioned 1637)

Prince Florimund finds the Sleeping Beauty - Project Gutenberg etext 19993

Kay and Gerda in their garden high up on the roof by Arthur Rackham

Trail of Tears painting, artist unknown

[crowandthefics]

Headcannons/information about my Titan army killer au!

-this au takes place between the last Olympian and the lost hero.

-in this au, Ethan does not die in the battle of manhattan. He survives after being found by Drew. Only to die a week later by the titan army killer.

-Tanaka/nakamura family is cannon to this.

-many half bloods in the TA were given pardons and welcomed back to chb

-the titan army killer is an unidentified camper at chb. They are killing ex-titan army campers for an unknown reason.

-Chiron is negligent to all of this, passing off every death as an accident of some sort.

-Drew Tanaka and Valentina Diaz are the ones actually stepping up and searching for the killer.

-there is a group called “the crew”. Which was formed after the second death (Margret smiths). The crew consists of: Lou Ellen, Valentina, Neil, Milly, James, marrie, desire, Jessie(before death), Clovis and Drew. Notably, Chris is not in the crew

-there are supporting campers who are not part of the crew but are upset about the murders, including: Will solace, Cecil markowitz, and the stolls

Important characters

Ex-Titan army campers

Lou Ellen blackstone, Hecate counselor; alive

Ethan nakamura, son of nemesis; dead

Margret smiths, daughter of Hephaestus; dead

Chris Rodriguez, son of Hermes; alive

Valentina Diaz, daughter of Aphrodite; alive

Neil, son of Nike; dead

Milly Anderson, daughter of Demeter; alive

James step, son of Athena; alive

Marrie jones, daughter of Aphrodite; alive

Desire brown, daughter of tyche; alive

Jessie Williams; unclaimed; dead

Regular chb campers

Drew Tanaka, Aphrodite counselor

Damian White, son of nemesis

Will Solace, Apollo counselor

Cecil Markowitz, son of Hermes

Evan Winks, son of Hermes

The stoll brothers, Hermes counselors

Other

Alabaster Torrington, son of Hecate, exiled

Chiron, camp director

Clovis, Hypnos counselor

This will be updated as the story goes on

And please, ask questions! Make theory’s, try to find the killer,