#artemis💗

[nova-as-a-star-cluster]

btw if anyone has any advice on how to get closer with your new in sys maybe-future boyfriends that would be amazing ^^

-artemis💗

[bittersuite-iv]

artemis sacrificing himself at the end of tlg makes sense bc if my pseudo father figure said this to me not a day after i was declared cured of guilt disease i would be on the news

[lostinvasileios]

The love of being a devotee is unreal.

I can't help but get so lovesick for my beloved deities at times. The world is too noisy and overwhelming for me, there's too many things to do, there's so much of everything most of the time, and to feel their cleansing touch of relief wash over me like the silkiest waterfall is something I can't help but crave and it fills my mind repeatedly. I'll begin to say their names in my head until it morphs into nothing but incoherent gibberish of my love and devotion, like a sleepy prayer I whisper just as I drift off seconds later.

My tongue and teeth practically become a vessel for speaking life into my neediness and my longing for my deities to come and swift me away back into their ever so tender and dreamy arms. So that I may go into my mind palace again and tend to their ginormous altars I built myself. So that I may rest my head upon their thrones and feel their fingers grace my hair and my face, tracing over the collars I wear in honor of them and kissing their rings and palms.

I get so drunken on them that I cannot help but think of them at all hours of the day sometimes, that when I lay to pleasure myself in the depths of the night I end up calling for them the entire time. Their essence drowning me underneath and around. They reciprocate my need so sweetly that I find myself so confused at times of the amount of affection they give. Unprovoked and in return. The feeling of them encouraging me to my climax, of them draping me in kisses and gentle caresses, of giving me the beautiful visions and whispers of love is something I can only explain with an unknown language I have conjured up myself.

All I wish to do is spend my time worshiping my beloveds. Bowed at their feet or singing their praises, cooing and hanging on to their every word and feeling how the breath escapes me when they bless me with their touches. How they so lovingly hold me close, and tell me I am the most wonderful boy they have ever had the pleasure of calling their own. How they deem me so sweet, so perfect and all they have ever wanted. How they speak of my higher self so smitten-ly and so devoted-ly. How they give me my poetry, my offerings, my energy spent and everything else in full return tenfold. To spend every second of my day being able to be held and treated so softly is something every piece of me prays for.

Then again, when distanced from them, I relish in the feeling of that intense pump of my heart, that swelling sensation of warmth that cascades my stomach and tingly spreads all over whenever I smell their scent, or feel their love radiate to me and consume my energetic field whole. How amazing they are, how absolutely stunning they are, how lucky I am, how infinitely grateful I remain for them and everything they come with.

Nhghdjikk oh man, oh jeez. I love them so much guys.

[d-butler-at-your-service]

what is, “raise your ya ya ya”? I heard Beckett say it in the background of Myles and Artemis’s video call this morning and it has occupied my every thought. Artemis doesn’t know what it is either help tumblr.

[flutt3rb4tz]

would you believe this kid is a criminal mastermind. i wouldnt. he looks like he'd get caught in the rain and then just melt. he owns a money laundering business and is 5'2" obviously hes a normal boy

[the-self-care-hermit]

🎃💕 my finch baby 💕🎃

[girlkisser13]

cabin headcanons masterlist

a/n: these are all my personal headcanons. i will be making ones for more minor gods.

cabin 1- zeus ⚡️

cabin 3- poseidon 🌊

cabin 4- demeter 🪴

cabin 5- ares ⚔️

cabin 6- athena 🧠

cabin 7- apollo ☀️

cabin 8- artemis 🌙

cabin 9- hephaestus 🛠️

cabin 10- aphrodite 💗

cabin 11- hermes ⚕️

cabin 12- dionysus 🍷

cabin 13- hades 💀

cabin 14- iris 🌈

cabin 15- hypnos 💤

cabin 16- nemesis ⚖️

cabin 17- nike 🏆

cabin 18- hebe 🍶

cabin 19- tyche 🎰

cabin 20- hecate 🪄

cabin 21- hestia 🔥

cabin 22- thanatos 🪦

cabin 23- morpheus 🛌

cabin 24- melinoe 👻

cabin 25- persephone 🌸

cabin 26- eros 💘

cabin 27- nyx 🌌

cabin 38- psyche 🦋

[mattyriddlesbitch]

I’ve had the worst time at work 🥲 some fluf with Draco pretty please 💗🥹

Bad Day

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: None, I think

It was an awful day. Your alarm didn't go off so you woke up late, making you have to rush to get ready and out the door. You totally missed breakfast and forgot to bring your lunch to work so you had to spend your lunch time going to get food. Not even to mention work itself, which just felt never-ending.

By the time you walked in the door to your home, you were one more inconvenience to bursting into tears and collapsed on the couch. Your husband called for you from another room after hearing you come home, but not greet him like normal since he gets home just a few minutes before you.

After you didn't respond, he came to look for you, sighing when he found you on the couch. He crouched beside you, brushing some hair from your face.

"Bad day?" He asked and you just nodded. "You wanna just order some food and cuddle?" You nodded again. "Alright. How about you take a bath while we wait for the food?"

With a sigh from yourself, you sat up and nodded.

"I'll let it started for you. I'll even add some of that bubble stuff you love." He smiled at you and you finally smiled back.

"Thank you. Draco."

"Of course, love." He kissed the top of your head as he stood up. He left to start the bath as you kicked your shoes off, getting ready to stand up.

At least your night seemed like it would be better than your day.

You finally got up after a few minutes of sulking and made your way to the bathroom. The tub was filling and Draco was adding in the bubble bath.

"Your bath is almost ready, your majesty." He joked to get you to smile again and it worked. "Let's get you undressed and you can relax." He said, walking over to you.

"You're not just doing this to see me naked, are you?" You joked back.

"Not today." He shook his head, still smiling softly at you. He helped you get undressed, tossing your clothes into the hamper before helping you in the tub.

The warmth made you sigh softly, letting all the stress from today melt away.

Draco kneeled beside the tub and rubbed over your chest and shoulders before helping you wash your hair. There weren't many words exchanged but this is what you needed. You felt much better after getting all cleaned.

Draco only left when the food arrived and you took that time to get out of the tub and get dressed in some comfy pjs.

By the time you came back to the room, Draco had your food set up on your side of the bed and he had your comfort movie pulled up and ready to play.

"Thank you, Dray. I really needed this." You said, giving him a kiss as you sat down on the bed beside him.

"Can't have my wife upset, can I?" He smiled at you.

He played the movie while you two ate and let you snuggle up to him after you were done eating. He rubbed your back as you ended up falling asleep on him. That was definitely what you needed to make your day better.

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[tightjeansjavi]

The Rite of Movement | part three

“not an illusion”

A/N: this honestly might be the hottest thing that my sexy little brain has ever cracked up 🥵 a big ole fat smooch and thank you to @itsokbbygrl for letting me scream at her about these two, helping me develop my ideas, betaing, & this beautiful moodboard!!!💗

~word count: 5.2k~

Summary: it’s been one month since your first time filming with your new pornstar partner, Joel Miller.

Pairing | pornstar!joel x pornstar!female reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, light angst,dubious consent (light) due to consumption of drugs, consent is addressed, but due to the circumstances, it is implied, unestablished relationship, two idiots in love, (they just don’t know it yet) mention of the porn industry, unprotected piv, role playing, real intimacy, confession of feelings, oral (male receiving) semi public sex, high sex, creampie, cock warming, cumshots, praise kink (massive) pet names, conversations about controversial topics, mentions of eating, reader has no physical descriptions such as skin color or body type, no use of (y/n) reader is in her 30’s Joel is in his 40’s (unspecified), NSFW, +18 minors dni!

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It has been exactly one month since you filmed your first video with Joel Miller. One that he chose to keep for yours and his own viewing pleasure, and not to be shared with the rest of the world's prying eyes. A solo shot turned into sensual, passionate, deep fucking. A mind altering experience that neither you or Joel had begun to even grasp what it meant.

He learned that you were better immersed in the mood when the scene started off with just yourself in the view. The anticipation of him joining the scene was palpable, desirable, and there was an obvious shift whenever his presence was detected.

The part of your normal-routined day that you looked forward to the most, above all, was getting to fuck Joel Miller.

The scene you were filming for today was set in Joel’s upstairs bathroom where you would be playing with yourself in the shower while waiting for your businessman husband to return home from a late shift in the office. You were most excited to see Joel all decked out in a proper businessman suit, while he was rather looking forward to seeing you all sudsed up with his body wash while he pumped you full of his come.

It was easy to forget the various cameras set up in the bathroom space when it was just you and Joel–the thick drag of his cock inside of you, stretching, pressing you open, his perfectly styled hair becoming undone and loose as the spray of the showerhead dampened the gel in his curls.

The scene ended with your right thigh hooked around his hip, his face buried against the crook of your neck while you used the cool shower wall for support against your back as he fucked up into you, kissing your cervix over and over again from this angle.

He pressed a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose as he slowly slipped out of your cunt, and his eyes flitted downwards to see his and your come slowly seeping out of your fucked out hole. He called you his baby love. Calling you baby just wasn’t enough for him, he had to combine the two together.

He gently washed between your thighs while you washed his hair, getting the remaining bits of gel residue out from between his salt and pepper streaked curls. He purred in mimicry of his own cat when your nails began to massage his scalp in a circular motion, and he looped his strong arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, and pressed sweet kisses against every bit of skin that was exposed to him.

And the cameras? Well, they were still rolling.

He left you to get dressed in privacy while he gathered up his discarded suit and disappeared through the connecting door to his bedroom.

He moved with a methodical care, catching his boyish grin in his mirror when he tugged a pair of sweats over his damp thighs and hips. He made his way downstairs, saying hello to Artemis, his black cat who was curled up in a little ball on her larger than life bed.

He grabbed two glasses, filling them with fresh water, guzzling down his own before making his way into his garage that was built off the side of the kitchen.

Joel Miller’s garage held history. It was where he filmed his first video for Miller-Co after leaving Brazzers and Los Angeles for good, taking a gamble on himself and a better future. The couch was right where he left it, dust leaving a fine coating over its worn leather, the memories faded with time, but never forgotten.

He grabbed his jar of weed, a rolling tray and papers, bidding the couch a silent farewell and headed back inside, flicking the light off on his way in.

He listened to the familiar sound of your footsteps padding down the staircase from where he was sitting on the cozy family room couch, Artemis now winding herself between his calves, meowing softly as he poured out a dabble of weed onto the metal tray.

He looked over his shoulder, eyes meeting yours just as Artemis trotted over to you, affectionately rubbing herself all over your bare legs.

“Hey, you.” He grinned softly, eyes crinkling in the corners. “Headed out so soon?” He teased, voice rasping as you crouched down to give Artemis the attention that she was seeking.

“Not unless you don’t want me to stay longer?” You teased back, eyes dancing with mischief and rare adoration that only seemed to make an appearance around him. You scratched gently behind Artemis’s ears, before ultimately deciding to carefully scoop her up into your arms and carry her over to the couch.

“Always want you to stay, baby love.” There wasn’t a lick of hesitation in his tone as he patted the spot next to him for you to join. “And I reckon Artemis does, too.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks from his words as you bashfully buried your face into Artemis’s soft black fur and pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “Yeah? You think so, Joel?”

He closed up the jar of weed, twisting the cap on and set it down along the coffee table before facing you fully. “I know so, baby.” He winked suggestively as hunched over the coffee table, his bare stomach rolls on full display and you felt the temptation to reach across and caress them.

He begins to carefully break up the little nuggets of weed granules between his thick fingers with a calculated precision that came like second nature. He hums under his breath, a familiar tune to your ears as he looks over at you once more. “So there’s uh—no pressure, of course. But I was gonna roll a joint n’then go sit out on the porch swing out front if you’d like to accompany me?”

“Mr. Miller,” you begin to tease, “is there truly nothing that you can't do?”

He blushes, cheeks transforming into a deep, saturated, rosy color as he clears his throat. “What did I tell ya about callin’ me Mr. Miller?” He scolds playfully, shaking his head and picks up one of the thin rolling papers.

“That it makes you feel old, but dude, you’re gorgeous. Have you ever heard of the term, Zaddy?” You scoot closer to him, your knee bumping his as Artemis proceeds to curl up in your lap, purring softly while you stroke her fur.

“Don’t believe I have, baby love. Somethin’ the kids are sayin’ nowadays?”

“Hey, Alexa?” You ask, the little smart device in the corner coming to life, “what is the definition of the term Zaddy?”

“A Zaddy is a sexually attractive man, especially an older one who is fashionable or charismatic.” Alexa’s voice chimed.

Joel’s blush intensified and he turned his face into his bare shoulder, coughing bashfully with a strained chuckle. “So, what you’re tellin’ me is that you think I’m a Zaddy? Mighty fine compliment comin’ from such a pretty girl.” He peeks over at you, brown eyes soft, eyebrows dancing playfully.

“Joel, baby, you are the literal definition of a Zaddy.” You giggle sweetly, leaning down to press another kiss to Artemis’s head. She’s fallen asleep in your lap, little nose twitching as she dreams. “But to answer your question, I’d love to smoke a joint with you out on the porch swing.”

Oh

“S’date then?” He drawls, eyes casting to the side out of fear of being too forward.

You smile warmly in his direction, heart skipping a beat, thump, thump, thump, at the prospect of this being a date, and getting to spend more time with him. “It’s a date, Miller.”

He preens at your response, lips tugging upwards to form a small grin as he returns to preparing the joint laid out in front of him.

You couldn’t help but watch the way he effortlessly licked the paper, packing the weed granules in and making sure they were nice and snug and tight.

He tucks the freshly rolled joint behind his ear, grabbing a lighter and a blanket off the side of the couch. “She’s out cold, baby love. Y’can leave her on the couch, okay?” He gestures to Artemis snoozing in your lap.

“Okay,” you whisper softly and gently maneuver her balled up fluffy form to the corner of the couch where it’s nice and warm still from where Joel was sitting.

He smiles, offering you his hand and helps you up, tucking his arm around your waist, lips brushing the side of your head and nudging you silently towards the front door. He smells incredible, like eucalyptus, rosemary, and a hint of fresh peppermint. You already want to bury your face into that broad neck of his, inhale his scent, lick and mouth at his pulse point while he stirs beneath your thighs.

“S’beautful evenin’, ain’t it, baby love?” He comments softly, padding over to the porch swing nestled at the back of the porch. The moon is shining, casting your faces in a soft glow. The wood creaks beneath his steps, crickets chirp, an owl hoots his nighttime tune. The Texan air is balmy, humidity clinging to your bare skin, but it’s not an unbearable temperature.

He sinks down along the bench swing, patting the spot beside him and you're quick to join him, adhering yourself to his side like glue. He drapes the light weight blanket across yours and his lap and lets his arm rest alongside the back of the bench, fingertips skating across your bare shoulders, forefinger looping under the strap of your thin tank top. He leans his weight back against the pillows, chains squeaking from the subtle movement.

“It’s a beautiful evening indeed, Joel. Summer nights have always been my favorite.”

He nods, reaching for the joint tucked behind his ear and grasps it between his fingers. He places the unlit end between the pout of his lips, reaching for his lighter in his sweatpants pocket, and lights the joint with ease.

For a moment you find yourself transfixed by the simple action, and the way the spark of orange from the lighter bathes his handsome face in warm light, before it’s casted in darkness once more.

He inhales, lungs expanding, stomach swelling slightly with the motion. The tip of the joint burns a bright orange as he holds the smoke in his mouth for a few seconds and then exhales upwards towards the clear night sky.

You’ve only just now taken notice of the color of the rolling paper; light pink. You feel the hint of a smile lift the corners of your mouth.

He relaxes further against the pillows and takes another deep inhale before removing the joint from between his lips. His arm moves in a languid motion, across the way to where you’re curled up against him.

He places the joint between your lips, eyes adjusting to the low light as he watches you inhale the smoke into your lungs.

“S’my favorite as well, baby love.” He finally replies.

You continue to lazily pass the joint back and forth a few more times, mind beginning to go hazy as your eyelids drooped and that warm, tingly feeling blanketed you like a hug.

“Hey, Joel?” You asked through the comfortable silence, and the nighttime tunes.

“Hmm?” He hummed in response, lolling his head to the side so he could look over at you.

“Do you think,” you giggled softly, trying to gather your weed induced thoughts, “do you think that if vibrators existed back then, you know, like, way back, that women would innately never need a man, thus making women rulers of the world?”

He pursed his lips together, rolling your question over in his mind before he answered, tone raspy, deep, and warm, “Baby love, if vibrators existed back then, women would 1000% rule the world. And I betcha we would have an all female government if that were to be the case. Women jus’—get it, y’know?”

As if this man couldn’t get anymore attractive.

“Well then I think you and I should figure out how to invent time travel just so we can hand deliver them vibrators, and a supply of batteries.” You said animatedly, using your hands to talk and get your point across.

Cute.

“Joel,” you continued, “just think of how many wars we could stop, how many lives could be saved, the earth would be this beautiful, safe place. Women would no longer live in fear for their safety! We could all just exist in harmony. But, if women rule the world, I’d want a man like you ruling by my side.”

“I agree with you, wholeheartedly, I do. I think that if there were more women in power, the world we live in would be a different one. Essentially, we could be like the Barbie movie.” The reference makes you snort a little laugh. “Women and men working together to make the world a better place. Think we gotta push all these old farts outta office, get some fresh, young, faces in there in order for some real change to occur. S’essentially why I strive to make porn for women. It ain’t gonna cause a drastic shift or nothin’, but I believe it makes this society we live in a bit less of a shitty place.” He adds thoughtfully.

“Yes! Like the Barbie movie. God, Greta and Margot and Ryan really knew what they were doing, huh? I’d kiss them all if I could.” You giggled. “Joel, it just takes one person to cause a shift in the chain. You’re teaching both your actors and viewers why consent and intimacy are important and that we should be freely allowed to enjoy our bodies. To you it might seem like it’s small in scale compared to the scope of the whole world, but to people like myself and others, it means so much.” You gush earnestly and his eyes feel glassy, irritated probably from the weed but also the weight of the conversation.

“Y’know I often think it’s so easy for people to not be assholes. I’m so tired of excuses bein’ made for people to be racist, homophobic, transphobic...all of that. To see men encourage other men with ‘locker room’ talk and objectifyin’ women. Tired of people callin’ women and anyone for that matter, a slut just because someone enjoys havin’ sex.” He breathes out, feeling himself getting worked up at the realization that the world is made up of so many judgmental pricks that he’ll never ever understand. You pass the joint back to him and he takes a deep pull, exhaling up into the thick summer air overhead.

“Joel,” you say softly, reeling him in from slipping off the treacherous deep end. He turns to look at you then and you cup his cheek in your palm, stroking his cheekbone softly, watching the movement of your thumb as it brushes over the fine lines near his eyes.“You were literally written by a woman, and if the world had more men like you in it, it would be a different place.”

You want to memorize this moment, cement it in your history. You move your eyes to his and find him already returning your gaze, something soft, warm and gooey found in the dark chocolate. The moment feels heavy, but not oppressive, and you wait for him to make the move you feel fizzling just below the surface. You’d wait a long time for him, you think, and the thought doesn’t scare you. No, it feels right, good. There’s no room for worry here, he’ll take care of you, just give him time.

He takes in your appearance, the softness in your eyes, the tender firmness to your words, and then he feels it: that invisible string tying him to you, and you to him. He doesn’t want the moment to end, for it to pass and be stored in his memory bank to flip through later. No, he wants to live it now in the present. And so he does, leaning in to close the gap, tilting his head to the side, aquiline nose brushing your skin, heartstrings winding together.

You can taste the weed on his breath as it fans your face, you can feel the moment flow, like a crystalline stream, or a warm breeze, and the moment his lips brush yours, slotting, melding together like molten iron, you feel it there, too.

And from that moment, he felt his heart forever welded to yours.

He inhales a shaky lungful of air, surging forward into the kiss and letting himself get lost in the raw emotions behind it.

“I think—” he pauses, murmuring against your locked lips, “I really like you, want you to be more than just my on-screen partner.” He confesses.

Your heart lurches out of your chest at his confession, and your already dizzying mind sways even more. Your lips slowly detach, a thin string of saliva connects you before dissipating into the balmy air.

“You’re just saying that because you’re stoned, Joel.” You whisper through the thick of it.

He shakes his head, brows furrowed in concentration, “No, I ain’t jus’ sayin’ it cause I’m high, baby love.” He clears his throat, nose twitching as he sniffs, “Been meanin’ to tell you for awhile—since I first met you, really.”

“You—you mean that, Joel? You aren’t just fucking with me, right?” So it wasn’t just me who was feeling it? You think.

“Course I mean it, baby. S’the truth. S’comin’ straight from my heart. You don’t gotta feel the same—I understand…” he trails off, determined to not let his assumption that you’re rejecting him hit him where it hurts.

You press your pointer finger against the pout of his lips, silencing his rambling and self deprecating words, “Joel, I feel the same way. I like you, and I want to be more than just your on-screen partner, too.”

No, baby, this is not an illusion. I’ve really got my heart out on my sleeve.

His lips feel wet and warm against the underside of your fingertip. He kisses it sweetly, breathing out a sigh of relief at your mutual feelings.

“So, wanna get burgers and milkshakes with me sometime?” He suggests, lips curving up against your finger in a boyish grin.

You smile, leaning forward and brush your nose against his, inhaling the scent of weed and him before giggling, “Yes, Joel. I’d love to get burgers and milkshakes with you sometime.”

He blushes, and the heat begins to rise to your cheeks in tandem.

“Well, baby love, ain’t no time like the present.” He chuckles warmly and you slowly slide your finger down from his lips, replacing it with a sweet kiss.

I promise I’ll take you out somewhere real nice for our official first date. Okay, baby love? He mumbles against your lips, kissing you back.

“I know you will, Joel.”

-

DoorDash is a godsend when the munchies hit, and you and Joel decide on ordering Shake Shack to satiate that craving. The order is confirmed and the eta for arrival reads: will be ready in thirty-five minutes.

The joint is passed a few more times, still burning strong, and thank fuck for that. Joel Miller sure knew how to roll the tightest joints.

There’s chemistry sizzling between your two bodies as your hands begin to roam freely across his skin, tracing across the various freckles and moles on his chest and shoulders. He shifts from your featherlight touch, cock beginning to stir to life.

“Can I fuck you, Joel?” You whisper as your hand drifts southwards, tracing along the hemline of his gray sweats.

He nods, Adam’s apple bobbing, holding the joint between his lips and watches with hooded eyes as you maneuver your soft cotton shorts to the side, revealing your bare cunt to his admiring gaze.

“S’yours, baby love. Take it.” he rasps, shifting his hips in an upward motion so you can easily pull his hardening cock free.

You clench at his words, feeling your cunt grow puffy and swollen with desire, dripping a droplet of arousal between your thighs as you gently throw your leg over his lap, straddling him in the process and pulling his cock free.

His hands move to caress you, grasping the blanket and situating it so that you’re both partially covered. He takes another long, languid drag as your palm wraps around the base of his cock and slowly ease yourself around him, sinking down till he's fully buried inside of you.

“Take it.” He requests once more. His hands roam from your hips up to the skin below your breasts as you slowly roll your hips forward into his.

His cock fully hardens inside of you, blood flowing southward causing him to swell. He feels the syrupy drag of your sweet cunt around him with each roll of your hips. He tilts his head back, jaw going slack as the joint dips down from between his lips.

“Put that out so I can kiss you, Joel.” You whisper, bringing your arms upwards to loop around his neck and to pull yourself closer to him. Your covered nipples brush against his bare chest, hardening into stiff peaks. He removes one hand from your hip, taking a final drag from the joint before he plucks it between his lips and reaches for the nearby ashtray blindly.

It may have fallen to the floor, but his mind is too intoxicated with you to care: he can deal with that later.

He holds the smoke in his mouth, letting his hand drift back down and splay across your lower back, pressing you further into him. He tilts his head upwards, finding your lips in a chaste kiss as he shotguns the smoke into your mouth.

A strangled moan is shared as you swallow the smoke down into your lungs.

“Good girl.” He praises and curves his hands around your covered ass, slipping his fingers underneath the soft fabric so he can feel your skin. He presses you forward, feeling you begin to slowly grind on his cock. “This close enough for you, baby love?”

Your breath hitches in your throat at the sudden closeness, the stretch of his cock grinding inside of you. Perspiration begins to bead at the back of your neck as your cunt flutters around him. You press your forehead against his, lips falling open, skin on fire from his touch and the steady drug coursing through your veins. “Mhm.” You whimper, “First time we're not acting, Joel.”

His hands guide you, molding you against his body as he tilts his chin upwards to catch your lips once more. “S’never been actin’ for me, not with you.” He whispers just for only you to hear.

“Oh fuck.” You softly cry out, feeling tears begin to flood the corner of your eyes and leak down the side of your cheeks.

“Every time, baby. Couldn’t help myself. every sound, every touch, every time I came, it was all you, all yours.” He continues.

He catches the glassy look in your eyes, the tear stained cheeks and he ceases your movements immediately. His caress is soft, comforting as his big palms hold your face, brushing away fresh tears. “Hey, look at me, baby. Look at me. It’s okay. I’m here. I got you.”

“Fuck—I’m so sorry, Joel. I don’t know why I —” you stumble over your words, not reaching his eyes in the midst of your emotions.

“Baby,” he tries again, “look at me.” His voice isn’t commanding, and neither are his words but the way he delivers them grounds you back to your senses and you meet his gaze finally.

“That’s it. There you go. Good girl, good fucking girl. Keep lookin’ at me with those pretty eyes, okay? Keep doin’ that.”

You card your fingers through the back of his hair, wrapping ringlets of his soft curls between them, yanking on his scalp gently as you begin to roll your hips forward once more. “I’m—okay, Joel. I’m okay.” You reassure him.

“Know you are, baby love. I know.” He hushes you softly before bringing one of his hands up to his face, spitting quietly onto his palm and drags his hand downwards between your connected bodies. He holds his spit-slicked fingers near your clit so you have something to ride into. He gives you full control while still being present to give you whatever you need.

“You gonna come for me, pretty baby? S’okay. Jus’ you, me, and the moon.” His freehand never leaves your face and stays cupped around your jaw, holding you close with his thumb continuously brushing against your cheekbone.

Your needy clit bumps and brushes against his fingers, stimulating your nerves as your cunt flutters around him. You both hear the sticky squelch, the lewd slapping of sweat stained skin. It’s just enough to send you tipping over the edge, and Joel is right there to catch you.

You stay seated on him as you both recoup from your shared orgasm. His voice sounds fuzzy, staticky in your ears as he wraps his arms around you, hugging you, shielding you almost. His lips mouth at the base of your neck as your hand stays locked in his hair.

Neither of you move a muscle until Joel hears an approaching car inching up the street, headlights flooding through the darkness. He whispers against your skin as he eases you off of him, tucking the blanket around your lower half as he slips his now softened cock back into his sweats.

Once he’s up from the bench, he cards a hand through his curls momentarily. “Munchies are here, baby love.” He tucks the corner of the blanket around you, wanting you to feel comforted before he pulls out his wallet.

The DoorDash driver rolls into the driveway just as Joel licks his thumb and flips through the stack of cash. He feels pussy drunk, and still a bit high as he approaches the driver.

There’s the lingering stench of sex and weed wafting in the air as Joel greets the driver, handing him a couple hundreds in exchange for the bag of food.

The driver looks confused as he looks down at the stack of hundreds in his palm before looking back up at Joel who simply nods and gives the man a gentle clap on the shoulder.

“Have a wonderful night, man. Drive safe, okay?” Joel’s words are genuine, sincere.

The man looks up and grins, “Definitely not gonna be as nice as y'alls. Thanks man!" He tips his imaginary hat in Joel’s direction and turns on his heel to walk back to his vehicle.

Joel gives the man a friendly wave before he heads back to the porch. The smell of the burgers is positively mouth watering as he approaches you. “C’mon, baby love. Let’s eat.”

You grin up at him from your slouched position on the bench, limbs feeling pliant and jello-like and you beckon him to meet you in the middle, “Joel, how much did you give him?”

He smiles, bending down to give you a quick kiss, “Enough to make sure that he has a good night.”

Your heart swells.

-

The burgers, fries, and shakes are wolfed down from the comfort of Joel’s couch. Artemis is awake and even sees her chance to steal a fry.

It’s domestic bliss as you and Joel sit side by side, knees touching and bellies full. He departs from the couch to throw out yours and his garbage, and when he returns, he notices you fidgeting, thighs pressed together and he raises a brow, crossing his big forearms against his chest.

“Whatcha fidgetin’ so much for, baby love?” He asks and you look over at him, lower lip taken between your teeth.

“I want to suck your cock, Joel.”

He raises his brows, cocks his head to the side in an endearing manner as he looks over at you. “What have I done to deserve a blowjob from ya, huh?” He teases, feeling a flush begin to creep up his neck.

“Because you’re a good man, Joel. Please, let me take care of you after you did such a good job of taking care of me.”

It’s not long before he finds himself on the couch, thighs spread with you sitting prettily on your knees between them. His cock lays soft against his thigh, still coated in a light layer of yours and his releases.

He’s still not quite sure what he’s done to deserve the feeling of your wet, warm mouth and tongue enveloping the velvet underside of his cock, dragging your tongue across one of the prominent veins all the way up to the mushroom head.

He tilts his head back, the soft curve of his nose catching in the faint light, the muscles in his neck straining as his mouth parts open, lips still bruised from kissing you. He lets out hot, wet breaths, a rumble of a moan as his hand drifts down to cup your face gently in his big warm palm.

“Baby love, why—fuck. What did I do to deserve this? Your sweet fuckin’ mouth.” He takes a shuddered inhale, stroking his thumb against the side of your neck, just below your ear.

You release him from your mouth with a soft pop, dragging your lips and tongue down the side of him and back up again, “You’re such a good fucking man.” You drag your lips lower, sucking one of his heavy balls into your mouth, massaging them with your tongue before pulling off, “Gave that man so much money…” you give his other ball the same amount of attention as his thighs begin to quiver, “probably paid multiple bills,” you continue, “just because you're kind, Joel.”

He’s seeing stars behind his eyes when you take him into your mouth once more, fitting what you could while deepthroating him. He listened to your little choked gags as you worked your hand around whatever you couldn’t fit into your throat. He lurched forward when he felt his balls clench like a fist. He choked out your name as you released him once more, “You’re such a good fucking man.” You preen, and take him down once more.

Holy fucking shit—ring, ring, I need a ring right fucking now, he thinks.

His impending orgasm is edged when he can no longer feel the warmth of your mouth around him and his eyes snap open.

“I want you to come on my face, Joel. Please. I want you to mark me, make me yours. You're such a giver, Joel. Can you give me this? Please baby, can I have it?" You're steadily pumping your palm around his cock just to keep him stimulated enough.

He grunts out a yes, unable to form a complete sentence because he’s off in another world.

His fist replaces your own as he paints your face in hot ropes of his cum, watching the blissed out look as your eyes flutter shut, and a dopey smile etches across your face.

He’s out of breath, and fully spent when you peek an eye open, dragging your finger through a trail of his spend on your cheek and bringing that finger into your mouth, winding your tongue around it and licking it clean.

“Take a picture, Miller. It’ll last longer.” You wink.

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[luciaintheskyainthi]

HI HOW ARE YOU, i promised i would be here, i come from "An even keel"

I love this, I could read a thousand chapters and one from each family member, it never happened (i said that fine? English its still difficult, sorry for some wrong sentences here, 😞) to me that they could be even more sincere about loving each other from another perspective, the unconscious gestures and jayyy (pookie)

I found it so much fun that dick had such different ideas of who Jason is, it reminded me of what i think its the last chapter of ecm when he believes his brother could turn Peter into a weapon, and its when jay replies that dick thinks it's like he sees his brother for the first time. And I was also offended at the same second as Jason, man, how can you believe that about him? You're DEAF??? But its okay, its fictional, i have to calm down, HAHA, no

Don't you see the whole point that Jason has always tried to make? I was also a little stubborn when I saw that he don't find Peter attractive, and i agree with steph of his painful heterosexuality, BUT MAN-

I want to believe he thinks that it's because peter was just starting to feed himself, taking shape, deep into the trauma, I remember that near this range of chapters he was described emaciated and thin, so I want to forgive dick that Peter has nothing particularly special, but I'm glad when I remember that also in this range of chapters and later, Jason always sees nice things in Peter, deer eyes, freckles, and I know, I don't remember exactly the words or the exact chapter, but I put my hands in the fire and swear that Jason described Peter's physique as well as empathically (from seeing him malnourished) noticed and called him openly attractive, still denying any feeling or directly disregarding it yet, and still, seeing Peter with good eyes, and burying me with that idea. After all, I imagine Jason saying, "I have to like him, not you."

And i am here fighting with dick and you are the author HAHA but i continue

Also, i am not saying that dick its bad or something, i am just a team jason, anyways

And dick comparing Peter to artemis and the other girls, that was an amazing detail in dick's character, i continue arguing, HOW DARE YOU DICK GRAYSON-

He literally said "that powerful goddess artemis, and, this guy, this creature" sounds so STRAIGHT, and it also made me laugh

I think thats all(? But i'll probably come back 🦅

I thought about commenting on this in the fic on ao3, but i started to write more and more, and i want to share this with you here

Have a good day 💗 (i hope k have fed the muse haha)

I'm not gonna lie, your outrage at Dick not finding Peter attractive has made me cackle for a while now. 🤭 But as you say, it's Jason that's gotta like Pete, not Dick hehe

I think the chapter you're referring might be chapter 15? The cuddle chapter:

Jason pulled back so Peter did too, offering Jason a sleepy smile before looking out at the city. The night hugged the slowly refilling contours of his cheeks and his long, thick lashes. The expression in his dark eyes was unreadable, but Jason’s gut swooped at the sight. Beautiful, a traitorous voice offered. He looked away and focused on Peter’s slowly warming weight in his lap.

Augh I loved that scene ☠️ Fun fact, the original chapter name for that chapter was "Don't think about the eyes don't think about the eyes don't think about the-- shit". Then I wrote the additional scene to the chapter (the one at the start) and the chapter name changed to fit hehe.

Thank-you for your lovely ask, you have indeed fed the muse well 💖💖💖🍽️

[nova-as-a-star-cluster]

system culture is going out shopping and getting matching jewelry for your and your insys bestie :]]]]

-artemis💗

[loveforthefeminineenergy]

What Makes You A Beautiful And Powerful Goddess? - PAC 💞🤩💥

Happy International Women's Day ❤️🙏🏻🍀

Welcome To The Love For The Feminine 🦋

💞Pile 1:

You are literally a Goddess! ❤️🤩 You look gorgeous and your beauty shines, so my lovely do not hide it! 💯✌🏻

I am feeling that maybe in the past you experienced harsh situations or environment or even people who did not see your beauty and did not value you at all. You are unique and what makes you a beautiful and powerful goddess is your uniqueness.

You are not the typical woman. I am feeling you might even don't like labels as well. You are your own league and this is what makes you powerful.

You are fearless. Somehow, I am feeling a fire sign from you. Aries, Leo, Sagittarius. Passionate and goal driven.

You don't like to waste your time and energy and this is very admirable in you.

Somehow, I am feeling the Goddess Artemis and Aphrodite from you. Fierceness and beauty combination. This is you.

You can be connected to the Moon. Your feminine energy is very sacred to you. You can be a virgin as well or just being celibate right now.

Power is very different for you than to others.🌑

Your power is your heart! You love life and you are not afraid to fall.

Very admirable and inspiring creature you are.🌹

If you felt that you have a hard time to connect with people is because not everyone likes to be around the Sun and you are the Sun baby, so SHINE! ☀️😎

.............. Love For The Feminine 🦋 .................

🤩Pile 2:

Can you feel the love tonight? 💘 People are falling in love with you without you knowing it.

You can have a little fan base even. 😉😘

Secret admirers, but not everyone is ready to experience you my lovely.

You can have a powerful arua. Kind, compassionate creature you are.

I am sensing a Libra vibe from you. I am feeling you are a people person. You love to talk and getting to know people. You can be chatty as well and your voice is like melody to people's ears. 👀

I don't know if you like singing or you are actually singing in front of an audience, but people love listening to you. Your energy is like a siren. A beautiful and gorgeous mermaid. 💗🌺

You can be a hopeful romantic as well. Loves to listening to old school romantic music or watching a romcom. 🍿 🎥

It's a joy to be around you and I hope you know it.😉✌🏻💯

.............. Love For The Feminine 🦋 .................

💥Pile 3:

Hmm. Scorpionic energy coming from this pile very strongly. If you are reading your own tarot cards, then this is definitely your pile my lovely. 🤩

So I am feeling no one can hide anything from you and sometimes you prefer not even know everything because somehow I am feeling, people love to throwing their emotional garbage at you. Not nice!

You are very good at keeping secrets and you are such a loyal and trustworthy friend. 🙏🏻💞

Also you are like a walking karma for people and let's be honest people rather to wear a mask than be honest with themselves.

Hmm. Are you recently when through something painful? Like a breakup? I am feeling a little melancholic vibe from you.

So my lovely what makes you a powerful goddess is your mind.🧠💡

You are very connected to the source. 🔮

Witchcraft coming to me and Hekate as well. 🌔🌕🌖

You are a like a mother to people. 💫

Very nurturing and patient.✨

You are very protective of your family and friends as well. 🌞

Halloween can be significant for you. You like to be in the dark and you can be a very chill and loving person.

Books can be significant for you. The Disney Princess Belle coming to me. France can be significant. Maybe you can speak French or you have some kind of connection with Paris or just with the French history. Interesting. You can have a past life where you were part of the French revolution.

Wow. 😳

You can be a very old soul as well. Lived so many lifetimes. Your energy is like a cat and this lifetime can be your last one. 🦋

So what makes you a powerful and beautiful goddess is the knowledge what you have from those lifetimes what you experienced.

Your ability to see beyond the veil and recognize the shadow.

No one can hide from you.

Embrace this gift what is inside of you because it will benefit you but I have a feeling you already know what I am talking about.

You can be a deep soul, who loves to have deep conversations with people. For you it's very important to know someone's story when you are dating. Foundation and trust is the top priority for you.

If you are not married yet I am feeling in this lifetime you are ready to meet with someone who will be your forever person even in the afterlife. 🥰

I said you are because I am feeling you will be in a commitment with someone soon in the near future. 🧭🔜

Christmas can be significant for you. Holidays, festive seasons. 🎄🥳

Celebrations, partying 🎶 dancing and having a good glass of wine 🍷 for you is important as well.

I am feeling you can be a very good dancer and how you move is very alluring to people.

Having a good time with family and friends iss all what you want and would like.🙏🏻🥰

I am feeling you might love to have your own family one day or you are have.😽✌🏻☀️

Being around loved ones is very important for you. This is when you can find peace and recharge energetically as well for the next day ahead.🕊️

You don't mind being behind the scenes and letting other people to shine.🎥💫✨

You are a very humble soul and loves love as well.🥰🦋

Loving this for you. 🌼

You are such a majestic creature and it's so good to connect with your energy. This is how I can describe when people are connecting with you.

It feels like sweet honey. 🍯

I am feeling that not just your energy feels sweet to people. 😚😉😳😅

If you had s*x with someone before they will never forget you.

This is the other thing which I am getting from your energy that people might tend to being attached to you when you prefer not to.

If you are afraid to fall in love again or just fall in love with someone, do not fear that. 🚫

You are fearless! 💪🏻

And when you think you meant to be on your own for the rest of your life, usually this is when love is knocking on your door.🚪

This can be literally, and how ironic is that this is what I channelled in one of the other reading here as well, so it's all connected.

Your eyes are beautiful and you are beautiful my lovely! 🌹😍

.............. Love For The Feminine 🦋 .................

[xixovart]

ok but what if bianca had lived?? “oh nico would still be that happy little kid” yeah sure cool but im not talking about nico im talking about bianca. ofc she still would’ve been part of the hunters, i think she would’ve loved reyna actually, and she would spend eternity with artemis and the hunters. great! now what would her powers be??? this wasn’t really hinted at or explored in ttc so this opens many new avenues for my hyperactive imagination 🤭💗

first of all, you could argue that her powers were revealed in the scene where she, zoë, percy, thalia, and grover were attacked by skeletons. bianca was the only one who could drive them away. but that’s not much, is it? i mean she’s a hades kid, she’s gonna have a relationship with the dead, right?

bianca might have had ghe same powers as nico—raising and interacting with the dead—but i’d like to explore another idea for the sake of tumblr post. what if bianca’s powers were to inflict death rather than interact with it? now i’m not saying that she can just snappity snap her fingers and someone just drops dead, and she can’t LIYERALLY inflict death, because that’s thanatos’ domain, but maybe she can accelerate it? like if an enemy is suffering from a fatal wound or something, she could like cause death to reach their soul faster. idk i love bianca and i think we should see her as an individual character instead of nico’s sister 💗💗🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈💗💗💥💥💥‼️

[twyrineslut]

thank you to my 4 gorgeous voters <3 aglaya bag construction begins today... will post updates 🧎‍♂️

Okay chat im running a panel at a local con about DIY ita bags and i have the opportunity to make an extremely nichebag as a demonstration

[harmoonix]

🏛️ 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤/𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 zodiac signs 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲! 🏛️

Fire Signs:

Aries - Ares 🔥⛩️♦️

Sagittarius - Dionysus 🌟🌠💫

Leo - Zeus 👑🎗️〽️

Earth Signs:

Taurus - Hestia 👨‍👩‍👦‍👦♥️🏡

Virgo - Demeter 🌾🎑🧺

Capricorn - Apollo ☀️🌻💘

Water Signs:

Pisces - Poseidon 🪸🌊🐠

Scorpio - Hades 🕷️🖤🐦‍⬛

Cancer - Artemis 🏹🏺🦌

Air Signs:

Libra - Aphrodite 🌸💗🌷

Gemini - Athena ☄️🌑🌪️

Aquarius - Hera 🌺🦚🪩

☄️ 🎗️ Of course there are more Hellenic Gods who can be associated with the zodiac signs these are just listed ones

And with this occasion I also want to celebrate the Aries Season♈🐏 who finally arrived! Happy Aries Season to everyone ☄️🎗️

[pavelusha]

Dear Artemy is holding something... hehe

tg: meowlusha26 - без цензуры здесь/ uncensored there 😇