#sub heracles

[femd-archive]

May I request a sub! heracles who has a mommy kink for reader?🤭

sorry for the late reply! but sure thing :]

this counts as a part 2 from this post

AFTER CENTURIES [PT.2]

pairing: record of ragnarok — heracles x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

content warning: fingering (m) | use of toys (dildo) | praising | mommy kink | mentions of porn videos | masturbation (m) | aftercare | hinted spoilers at the end?

📎 side note: english is not my first language, so sorry in advance for any grammar mistakes.

The exclamations from the crowd reached out all the way to the intimacy of Heracles’ quartels. Still, neither of you play them no mind as you’re all over each other, making love like it would be the last time you would do so.

“Hurry up…hurry up” Heracles whispers breathless, hips moving towards your hand as you thrust three fingers inside his lubed hole.

“I know, I know. Spare me a little. For your information, is not easy to dilate a man that’s twice your size” 

“And I’ve been telling you that there’s no need. I’ve been doing this a fair amount of times in the past for me to use the toy with ease” the God says, still biting down his bottom lip at the feeling of the flesh of your fingers moving inside him.

“Well, excuse me for trying to make this more intimate” you huff, rolling your eyes in a joking manner as you started to pull away to reach for the toy in the night stand.

Heracles pulls you in a deep kiss before you could make another move.

“Every moment with you is intimate enough, my dear” he whispers softly against your lips, a smile growing on his face as you smile back at him.

“Mmh. Now I’ll fuck you like you want me to” leaving a short kiss on his lips, you start moving again to take the big dildo from the night stand.

Without even asking him to, Heracles took both of his strong legs and pulled them over his chest, leaving you free access to his hole and swollen dick that rested on top of his strong torso. His gaping hole was looking ready to receive the toy at any moment, and his sparkling eyes confirmed it.

“Cute” you whisper to yourself as you move around the mattress to lay beside him. You leave a kiss on his forehead before turning around and starting to slowly insert the toy inside him.

“Oh…” Alcides throws his head back on the pillows, his grip on his legs loosening for his arms to wrap around your figure.

“Feels good?” you smile at his face twisting in pleasure.

“So good…” he moans before biting down his bottom lip.

The room, once again, was filled with Heracles’ moans as you thrust the dildo inside of him again and again. The squelching noises of the extra lube you used on him sounded so provocative that you couldn’t help but feel yourself getting aroused too, but for now, you want to focus on your lover’s pleasure and the expressions that he’s making for you.

“If only you could take a look at yourself, baby” you groaned in his ear, leaving kisses around his ear and cheek. “So beautiful, so precious…just for me” you kiss the corner of his lips, smiling when he moves his face to follow your lips.

He looks up at you with puppy eyes, as he wasn’t one of the most powerful Gods to exist on earth, and with a whiny voice he says. “Only for you, mommy” 

Your heart beats faster in your chest, and without any second thought and pure lust, you crash your lips on his, as your hand takes upon a fasten speed, fucking into your boyfriend roughly.

His moans die on your mouth and his strong arms scoot you closer to his body, hands running all over your skin. He can’t get enough, he had centuries of relationship he had to make up with you.

Even after you pulled away, his kisses followed from your cheek to your neck, one of his hands sliding under your shirt and starting to massage your breasts.

“Where do you learn all these things?” you ask out of breath.

“God Loki is always…s-showing me these human websites where…oh fuck- adults are having sex in videos” he managed to say in between moans, “and I particularly like those where men calls their woman partners ‘mommy’...made me think of you” he grins, moving his hips over the dildo.

“You’re really driving me crazy” you whisper against his lips before kissing him again.

Both your hand and Heracles’ hips moves meet in one synchronized dance.

Once you pull apart from the kiss, your mouth quickly moves to his chest and takes one of his nipples between your teeth before starting toying with it with your tongue.

“Oh mommy…that feels so good!” 

“Yeah? Keep doing those sounds for me, baby. Show mommy how good she makes you feel”

Something about you calling yourself mommy made Haracles feel more aroused, and without a second thought, he filled the room and hallways with his moans and whimpers.

After a few more minutes in the same position, Heracles was now with his face on the pillows and ass up in the air, you in between his legs as you kept pushing the dildo in and out of him, his moans muffled by the pillow.

“There you go ~ Such a good boy for me, mmh? Are you gonna cum for mommy?” you coo at him, stroking his dick at the same time your other hand -ever so tired- keep on pushing the toy in him.

“Mmhg yes…gonna cum. Oh…oh heavens”

He bites down on the pillow he holds as threads of his cum shoot from his tip and dirties the sheets below him.

“There you go ~” you coo at him once again as you milk him off. That hand that stroked him slowly started to lose its pace, as well as the hand that controlled the dildo inside of him, gradually stopping and pulling away.

Heracles stays laid face down on the bed as you clean him up and put the toy away, smiling when he feels you leave kisses along his broad back until you reach his face, that you also shower with kisses.

“You did so good” you whisper with a kiss on his lips.

“Mmh, you shouldn’t have doubted my abilities to take the toy” he mumbles with a raspy voice, letting you cuddle him closer to your chest.

“Mmh yes ~ You did so great taking it for me” you kiss his forehead as your fingers run through his hair.

You share another few minutes like that, bodies entangled together in a comfortable silence, until a few knocks on the door makes the both of you look at the door.

“Heracles-sama? It’s almost time for the fight” it was one of the guards who speaked from the other side.

You let the guard’s words sink into you, and an overwhelming sadness strikes on your chest. Now it was really time for him to go.

Heracles looks up at you and instantly senses your mood change. He smiles a sad smile before he kisses your cheek, and takes your lips on his when you turn around.

“I’ll come back” he whispers against your lips, letting you kiss him once again, this time a little bit longer.

“Please do” you whisper back, resting your forehead on his for a second, before he starts getting out of bed and starts picking up his clothes.

Your eyes run along his back once again, trying to remember every single detail of him. Just in case you won’t see him again.

[taglist] @welcometomyfantasyzone (sorry if you didn't want to get tagged, but i finally posted the part 2 of the heracles fic ! hope you like it 😋)

[ginge1962]

Tales to Astonish No.79 - May 1966, cover by Jack Kirby & Bill Everett.

[junietuesday]

bro if i ever write this novel-length retelling i have outlined of the love story turned tragedy of theseus and hippolyta id be literally unstoppable. id send it to a publisher and the ancient greek retellings mfers would eat it up (what w it not being based on the iliad or the odyssey) itd make my name in the literary world id have truly fledged as an author et cetera et cetera

[gaypyro]

I have begun studying the shipping community in Hades 2 like a scientist watching his mice. While it's to early to say which ships will reign supreme, here are my, completely scientific, guesses of the Ship Dynamics. Ignore Narcissius for a moment, the tiermaker I used didn't have Dora for some reason.

Now, you might say "What about non Sub/Dom relationships" and my response is that with the way people have been talking about all these characters, I do not think that would exist. I also included Echo, Odysseus, Hypnos, and Scylla, not because I expect them to get big, but because I expect them to have weird cult followings. Odysseus will always have those who ship him with people, especially since this Odysseus is divorced; Hypnos is probably gonna get shipped with her, but nowhere near the level he was with Zag, Scylla goes from being somewhat chill with Mel to writing an entire disstrack of how she's so much better, so you can absolutely do something there and Echo...

Frankly I feel Echo is gonna be a "I can treat her better" moments, which is almost certainly true, because Narcissus is Narcissus.

Hecate, the Olympians not named Artemis, Selene, Chaos, Polyphemus, Chronos, Charon, Hades, Cerebrus, The Guys Frozen in Time, and Heracles I don't will get a lot of shipping support, even as cult followings. Narcissus, Medea, and Circe are big "I don't know" things right now.

[sl-newsie]

Query: Q x 00 Agent- Ch. 22: Comes With The Job

Thank God no one’s noticed our boat parked in the sub pen. Another relief is that Mathilde's kept quiet and is surprisingly cooperative considering the tense atmosphere. Maybe now we can get our signal back.

“Q?” Bond asks blindly. I hope this works.

“Yes?” The Quartermaster’s voice answers crystal-clear. He sounds pleased to hear from us.

“We’re going to need an immediate strike on this entire island. It’s a manufacturing plant.”

A few seconds go by before Q answers again. “Bond, there’s something else you should know. Multiple unidentified planes are heading toward you.”

We all exchange glances and I can tell we’re all thinking it. 

“They’re coming for Heracles,” Bond speaks for all of us. “How far out?”

“20 minutes,” Q answers. 

He must have notified M as well because now I hear his voice in my ear piece. “Bond.”

007 comes to attention. “M?”

“Our interference is attracting global attention. We’re seeing what we can do.”

Perfect. Another inconvenience. Of course the rest of the world wants in on the gossip. Can’t we all talk about this after we’ve ended this crisis?

“What do we do now?” I ask blindly. “For all we know whoever’s on their way here might use Heracles for the same reason Saffron is.”

Bond catches my eye and seems to think of a plan. He grabs D. Swann’s hand and it doesn’t take a genius to see he’s trying to figure out how to say a thousand things at once. Thankfully Dr. Swann gets the point and offers a knowing smile.

“I have to finish this,” Bond explains. “For us.”

She nods. “I know.”

They lean in for a kiss and Nomi and I look away to pretend this is not awkward. If it weren’t for the deadly situation this would be a touching moment. It tugs at my heart and sends guilt seeping into my thoughts because I can’t see my fiancée. The thought of even having a fiancée seems like a fairytale all in itself, but it does give comfort to know I’m not in this alone. And if we don’t destroy Heracles then there won’t be a world worth living in.

“0011, are you there?” Q’s voice rings out.

“I’m here,” I answer quickly. “Bond and I are going to destroy the factory once Dr. Swann and her daughter have left. Before you say anything, no I’m not backing out. He needs my help and I’ll never forgive myself if I don’t do everything I can to stop this.”

On the other end I hear Q let out a deep sign. “I knew you’d say something like that. I don’t doubt you’ll do brilliant as always but… Please be careful.”

“You do know we can hear you?” Nomi speaks up from behind.

A quick blush flashes across my cheeks but I make haste to hide it. “You know I can’t promise everything, Q. My job always comes first.”

By now Bond and Dr. Swann have finished up their goodbye. “I’ll just be a minute. 0011, Nomi, please escort them to shore.” He starts walking back down the dock. 

I turn to tell Nomi I’m going with him but she already seems to know. “You’re his partner. Make sure he doesn’t get into too much trouble. Good luck, 0011.”

I nod and sprint off to where Bond just disappeared. He’s climbing back up the stairs back towards the lab. When I catch up with him his only response is a frown.

“You’re staying behind?”

“Like you, I’m not fond of following orders. Even from you. I’m with you ‘till the end, Bond.”

“You could die,” Bond pants as we scurry up a narrow ladder.

Yes. Yes I could. “Comes with the job.”

Bond doesn’t respond to that. We both understand that this mission is far more important than personal safety. When we get to the top level Bond checks the hall for any guards and declares it safe to continue.

“Talk to me, Q.”

“Our uninvited guests are 15 minutes away,” he answers dryly.

Now another voice joins the conversation. “Bond, M here. This business has going beyond our jurisdiction-”

“We don’t have a choice,” Bond interrupts. “Fire on my mark.”

Just our luck. Too bad the threat of Heracles is such an inconvenience to national peace. To be frank, can’t we all stop acting like children for five minutes and agree to destroy this thing?

“It disrupts agreements with Russia and the Japanese,” M argues. “The Americans will also want answers.”

“Well don’t give them any,” Bond states firmly. “Mallory, if we don’t do this, there will be nothing left to save. Fire on my mark.”

We pass through another room. Unfortunately this one is guarded. Bond does quick work to shoot the first two. My instincts snap my attention to the approaching guard with a knife, whom I give a quick kick to the crotch and punch his neck. He’s out in seconds. One other thing I notice is how the room is designed. Giant, heavy metal doors.

“Let’s go!” Bond waves me over to the exit.

“007, there’s another problem.” Q must be thinking the same thing. “That room you were just in-”

“Yes yes, I know! I need to open the blast doors.”

“Otherwise the missiles will bounce off of it-”

“I know.”

Honestly, Q, this is not the time for over-explaining! Bond and I are tightly wound as it is and lecturing is not helping. We make our way out in silence, both trying not to think of the foreign planes headed our way.

“Find the control room,” Q tells us. “Think you can do it?”

Bond nonchalantly waves it off. “Plenty of time, plenty of time.”

Yes. Let’s pretend ten minutes is loads of time.

“Is 0011 still with you?”

“Don’t worry, Q. I’ll make sure your fiancé gets out in one piece.”

Oh.

My jogging staggers. “You know?”

The older agent checks the next hallway before answering. “It doesn’t take a genius to spot the ring around your neck. Plus the fact that he can’t stop worrying about you says enough.”

His tone doesn’t give me much to assume what he thinks of this… and I’m sort of nervous to ask.

“Are you mad?”

“I did disagree with it. I told you before that this job never allows for a normal life.”

I bite my lip and avoid his gaze to hide my embarrassment. I thought I had passed the point of fishing for Bond’s praise. He’s not my real family and he shouldn’t have any control over my life. Yet the sting of his disappointment still leaves its mark.

“But,” he continues. “I’m really proud of how you’ve handled it.”

What?

“You understand that the job comes first but also remember to show communication and empathy. Something…” Bond lets out a deep sigh. “Something I seem to struggle with. What I’m trying to say is, you deserve to have love in your life, Levie.”

A happy smile tugs onto my face. “Thank you, Bond. That means a lot. Maybe after all this we can all go out for drinks to celebrate?”

Boom!

Suddenly a nearby explosion rocks the building. There goes the lab.

“Celebration will have to wait.” Bond and I sprint down the rest of the hall. “Up the stairs. I’ll go first.”

It’s a spiral staircase. With any luck this one leads to the control room and we can get out of this wretched place. 

“Hault!”

Crumbs. More guards. With the cramped space it’s much harder to fight. I think there’s something that just might help-

“Bond! Get down!”

He drops to the floor and I snap the clasp on my bracelet before hurling it at the oncoming guards. Shrapnel rains out across the stairs and causes them to drop like flies. This leaves Bond with a bewildered look.

“Where did that come from?”

“A small gift from Q. A shrapnel bracelet. But I can only use it once-” The sound of clinking metal draws my attention towards a small object being dropped in. “Grenade!”

I dive behind one of the dead guards just as a hot explosion bursts forth and knocks me against the wall. I try to get up but another guard from above notices us and starts shooting.

“Ah!”

A stinging pain rips through my arm. From the hole in my uniform fabric the explosion burned I can see a bullet wedged into my pale skin.

“You alright?” Bond demands once he shoots my attacker down.

“Just my left arm. Only nicked it, nothing major. Keep going!”

Boom! Another grenade goes off and I can tell both Bond and I have static ringing in our ears because neither one of us can hear each other’s questions. After a while the ringing wears out and I can focus on shooting more guards below us. Bond has the last guard in his grip and flicks on his watch to overwhelm the guard’s eyepiece and literally blow his brains.

“Smart. Good use of an expensive watch.”

“Remind me to thank Q for his brilliance,” Bond comments and wipes the bloke’s blood off his hands.

“Bond, do you read me?” Speak of the devil.

“Yeah. I just showed someone your watch,” Bond pants as we continue up. “Really blew their mind.”

“Good. Did you find the control room?”

We both spot a sign marked on a door. “My Russian is a little rusty but I think so.”

Thank God there are no guards in the room. Saffron must have focused on the lab more than this section. The entire room reminds me of Q’s lab because it’s one big computer. Only this tech looks way more dated than what I’m accustomed to.

“The infrastructure must go back to the 1990s. That’s going to be an intricate switching system,” Q explains as we start looking for an off switch. “Now the order in which you engage in must be extremely precise. There might be a counterweight clutch. First you-”

Suddenly Bond pulls a random lever and I hear the equipment groan. And he calls me reckless.

“Got it! There it is, get ready for launch.”

"But-”

“Launch the missile, now!” Bond orders.

A few seconds go by and then another siren comes on.

“Why are the hatches shutting?”

Bond slams a fist on the dashboard and looks out the window. “No. No. No!”

“I’m on it!”

I grab a nearby cable and latch it to the outside wall. There’s no time to go back down the long way so I’m winging it. I sprint back to where the blast doors are still locked tight. How am I supposed to-?

“Get down!” I hear Bond shout from behind. I look up and-

Saffron’s back. And he’s holding a pistol straight at Bond’s head. Before I can react Bond rushes up to push me to the side and I slide off into a ravine. No! I can’t get stuck down here! Bond can’t expect me to just hide while he faces that monster alone!

Once I crawl back up I peek up just in time to see Saffron’s lifeless body sink into the pool he and Bond are fighting in. Bond’s been shot. There’s something else floating in the water. A used vial. It can’t be…

“Bond!” 

I call from the dirt and sprint over to go help him out of the water. But before I can reach him he holds a hand up for me to stop.

“Go. Go, now!”

“What did he do to you?” I gesture to Saffron.

Bond takes a deep breath. “Heracles.”

The word sinks in and my mind pieces together just how intricate that bastard’s plan was.

“It’ll kill them, won’t it? Dr. Swann and her daughter?”

He takes a moment to wipe the water off his gun, avoiding the answer. “Yes. And you too.”

“Oh God. I’m so sorry-”

“Nothing I can do about it. Q? Are you there?”

“Yes,” Q’s calm 

“Are they safe, Q?” Bond asks urgently.

“Yes, they’re safe. Bond, have you left the island?”

Bond looks over at me and I point to the still-stuck doors. One way or another this whole place is going up in flames.

“There’s a slight problem with the blast doors.”

“Bond, the missile’s already launched. Just get out of there.”

007 looks down at his hands as if trying to decide something. “There’s no way to get this stuff off me?”

Even I know the answer before Q confirms it.

“You know as well as I do it’s permanent, it’s eternal. Which is why we need to destroy it. Just get off the island! It’s harmless unless it’s programmed for a target.”

Bond shakes his head. “That’s not going to work.”

Now Q gets the message. “Oh God. It’s for Madeline.”

Bond gets a soft smile, being surprisingly calm. “It’s alright, Q. It’s alright. Could you put Madaline on, please?”

He goes on to talk to Madaline while my mind races trying out all possibilities of how to avoid this. With all of today’s technology there must be something to counteract it! There has to be another way… 

“Eleanor.” Bond interrupts my thoughts. He used my name. “You need to get out of here. I’m staying behind to open the silos.”

“No.” I frantically shake my head. “No! I’m not leaving you here!”

“You attach a rope and scale down this building right now, or else I will toss you out myself. I will not have you kill yourself because of me. You need to go back to Q.”

Tears are starting to form, making my vision blurry. “B- But Bond… This can’t be the end.”

The older agent chuckles. “I always said I’d go out with something dramatic.” 

His attempt at a light joke does little to steady my racing heart. “You’re the only one who’s been like family to me. I don’t want to lose you…”

I can tell Bond wants to give me a hug to provide any amount of comfort but can’t because of the despicable nanobots. 00 agents are supposed to be unattached to people. But like Bond I’m not always one to play by the rules. All at once I’m supposed to deal with seeing my father figure of a mentor one last time before his fiery death.

“I’ve watched you grow from a skittery rookie to a stubborn and fearless leader. You have no idea how proud I am of you, Levie. I know you and Q will be very happy together.”

I take a shaky breath and want to say so many things. How am I supposed to summarize just how much he’s influenced my life?

“I know.” He can read my thoughts. “I wish there was an alternative. But this is the way it’s got to be. It comes with the job.”

I stifle a sob and look up with watery eyes. “God be with you, Bond. Are you sure I can’t help?”

The man’s smile widens with something I hardly see in Bond: pride. “You’ve done beautifully, Levie. Let me take it from here.”

We give each other a formal farewell salute and I sprint back towards the tower before my heart can override my head’s common sense. I need to get out of here before this whole place gets obliterated. I attach another cable to the side and begin descending down towards the rocks. The adrenaline almost makes me forget my arm is shot.

“Eleanor? Are- are you still there?” Q’s skittery voice comes out in a worried tone.

“Yes,” I try to find my own voice through the pit of swirling emotions in my stomach. “I’m headed down the side of the building. I’ll break the water before the missiles hit.”

“Please. Please don’t leave me again, Eleanor. I already thought I’d lost you once.”

“Stay focused, Geoffry.”

I’m already losing one loved one today. I don’t need my fiancé getting shot down by enemy planes. I near the ocean’s edge and drop down into the cold, churning water. Its icy sting does little to distract from the guilt and sorrow pooling in my head. How did I let this happen? Could I have been faster? Anything to prevent this?

The fear of being underwater completely (and literally) washes over me and all I can do is wait to float to the surface. When I reach the top to breathe I look up to see multiple approaching missiles. It always ends in violence. 

I also spot a lone figure standing atop the tower. Bond. He sees me and gives a small wave goodbye as the missiles begin landing in scattered patterns. I can’t even make out if his body is directly hit through all the explosions. We can’t even give him a proper burial.

“0011, are you there?” M’s voice asks.

I swallow hard. “Yes, sir. Agent down. 007 has been… killed in action.”

[tozettastone]

i would like the lore review :3c

Sure. Note to readers: the following contains some spoilers for the 2021 YA novel by Alexandra Bracken, "Lore." It's also pretty critical (because as I mentioned in my previous comment: my review of Lore is that you should read Tithe instead), so if you're not feeling like reading a moderately negative review, give this one a miss.

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"Lore," is a young adult mythologically-inspired fantasy novel set in modern New York City. It has an interesting central idea. In short, a bunch of major gods of the Greek pantheon offended against their leader and were cast down to be mortal for a week out of every 7 years, during which time killing them could pass their god-powers on to whichever mortal struck the killing blow. The gods are hunted by families who descend from ancient heroes, like Perseus or Heracles. This week long time of hunting is called the "Agon." It's a little convoluted but it's pretty fun, right?

The story centres on a young woman named Lore who fled this hidden magical underworld. Her god-hunting family, experiencing reduced circumstances due to internecine politics, were all murdered during the Agon, and then she lived with her mother's extended family who treated her poorly. At the beginning of the next Agon, she is drawn back into the fray via a message from her childhood friend, Castor.

Lore receives this message when Castor finds her and fights her at an illegal fight club, which somehow genuinely has nothing to do with the events of the plot, and is never spoken of again. This will set the tone for the whole story.

So, the good stuff: the central concept is fun. The writing is technically proficient. The characters are pretty consistent. The central plot (although not the sub plots) takes some twists and turns and arrives at a completely coherent conclusion. The entire central idea of the Agon is resolved in a thematically coherent way.

My major criticism of this book — and it is a really major, structural thing — is that the novel attempts to tackle an enormous array of ideas, and does so poorly. It races around trying to take on all of them in a half-assed way, instead of committing to two or three central concepts with its whole buttocks. This book will pick up a thought or idea, run with it for a bit, and then forget it even occurred while it careens off towards another, equally ill-explored idea. This has its most profound and regrettable effect on characterisation, where we get incidents like:

illegal fight club irrelevant to the plot is never again mentioned by any character, or

entire story propped up by the trembling buttress of convenient amnesia that disappears in the epilogue, or

character learns that her whole family was murdered by a totally different person than she thought, which impacts the events of the plot, but appears to have minimal effect on her thoughts or feelings

These are not the only examples, they're just the ones that stand out to me at 1:22 AM on Saturday.

In general, my conclusion is that this book has a convoluted but fun central idea and the actual writing reads well, but it is shallow and confused by trying to do too much all at once. "Lore," would have read better to me if it had been a simpler (and shorter, bloody oath) story which cut half the subplots and weird character threads and instead focused on developing strong characters and a nuanced central thesis.

I'm going to end this with a speech from Athena, made on a topic that she never again mentions:

"No. That is she men have portrayed her [Medusa] as, through art, through tales," Athena said. "They imagined her hideous because they feared to meet the true gaze of a woman, to witness the powerful storm that lives inside, waiting. She was not defeated by my uncle's assault. She was merely reborn as a being who could gaze back at the world, unafraid."

Cheers, Athena.

[jknerd]

ARES

Name: Ares

Aliases: Mars (Roman)

Age: Immortal

Gender: Male

Occupation(s): God of war, spirit of battle and courage

Relatives: Cronus (grandfather), Rhea (grandmother), Hades (uncle), Hestia (aunt), Demeter (aunt), Poseidon (uncle), Hera (mother), Zeus (father), Hephaestus (brother), Eileithyia (sister), Hebe (sister), Hermes (half-brother), Athena (half-sister), Apollo (half-brother), Artemis (half-sister), Dionysus (half-brother), Heracles (half-brother/brother-in-law), Persephone (cousin), Enyo (1st wife; divorced), Enyalios (son; through Enyo), Aphrodite (2nd wife), Erotes (sons; through Aphrodite), Phobos (son; through Aphrodite), Deimos (son; through Aphrodite), rest of issues and children

Interests: Combating, sword fight, spear-fight, playing with his children/grandchildren, cooking (tell NO ONE), debating with Athena

Character

Ares, AKA Mars, is Greco-Roman god of war, spirit of battle and courage. Second son of Zeus and Hera. Although he was disliked for his short-temper and aggressive demeanors, he is known as “father of Amazoness and Rome”. Arranged marriage with Enyo was needless to describe, toxic and dysfunctional; Enyo neglected and occasionally abused him with cruel words and physical violence. He endured for their son Enyalios to live normally, but when the abuse was revealed to Olympians Ares was encouraged by Hephaestus, Hestia, and others to divorce her. Although freed from Enyo’s abuse, he remained love-touch starved but finds comfort of blue roses sent anonymously to him. He occasionally accompanied Aphrodite whenever his brother Hephaestus was out working. While flattered that she’s attracted to him, Ares didn’t wish to betray his brother. One day, on his way home from war, he found little dove crying for its mother. Feeling sympathy, he picked it up and take it along to his home to care for it. However, he was shocked when the dove transformed back as Aphrodite. He was offended by trickery, but surprised to see petals of blue roses she rained in his house as she confessed her love to him. Realizing he himself loving her all along, the two began the love affair, but exposed to the gods by his brother Hephaestus who have heard of their affair from Helios and Apollo. Ashamed with guilt and humiliation, Ares left to Thrace. Eventually, reconciled with his brother, he learned that Aphrodite had his child and gave birth to a son named Eros.

Because of his dysfunctional first marriage, he had been touch/love starved as this lead to emotionally unstable conditions, lashing out his misery as anger when in war, causing many deities to fear or avoid him more. Unlike uncaring Zeus, Ares is no sex offender as he prioritizes consent of others. Equally loving his children and grandchildren, he would go in any level to protect them. Whenever Aphrodite shows a slight self-consciousness of her own appearance, Ares would immediately comforts her in his surprisingly bashful but genuine affections, melting the love goddess’ heart. According to many deities, Ares is the “sub/bottom” in relationship with Aphrodite.

In Fairly Odd Parents AU: Being one of the Olympian gods survived from the downfall, he resides with his wife Aphrodite. According to Eros/Cupid, Ares is described to be THRICE vindictive and jealous than Hera’s. He is also one of a very few gods Jorgen fears. It is also revealed he is “father of Amazonian Fairies”, as Amazonian fairies call him “papa”, “dad/daddy” or “father” with sheer glee when he visits them. The love god told Timmy it was Ares who taught him archery, and the godchildren can see Ares is a family man, unlike neglectful Zeus.

In Courage the Cowardly Girl AU: Along with other Greek deities, he witness his father falling for Courage Bagge, much to his annoyance and chagrin. He seemed disturbed how 2000 years of imprisonment in heaven can make Zeus forgot how to approach women. 

In Grimm Adventures of Billie & Manny AU: He is one of the Olympian gods who support Hades’ status as Greco-Roman underworld ruler. Due to casualties from war, Ares help Hermes’ part-timing in counting the dead before retrieving their soul to underworld. Taken interest in Manny’s attitude, he thought of training the blond teenager as fine soldier. Watching Manny and Billie’s interaction brought him the times he and Aphrodite spend their time together.

In Camp Lakebottom AU: He was only mentioned by Esmeraldus, the merman who reside in Lakebottom. Ares was well-known for the first Olympian god for being pardoned from murdering Poseidon’s son and yelled for women’s right. According to Aphrodite, Ares partake in protecting female victims and a feminist. 

In Disney Retelling - Heracles AU: Ares is portrayed as a main antagonist, finding Heracles’ existence as a threat as he believes he would replace his position as Olympian god as Ares is least liked by fellow gods. Hearing truth of Heracles’ birth, Ares decided to “avenge” his mother by concocting plan to get rid of Heracles. Throughout Heracles’ adventures in arc “Heracles; Year 1-12”, Ares sabotages or bring trouble in his and his friends’ lives. Ares is also a vindictive and jealous god, mercilessly making Aphrodite’s flings’ lives miserable or attempt to kill them for “defiling” his love with “their lowly seeds”. Through the journeys, Heracles confronted him as the god of war persuaded Hera to turn back on Zeus and take over Olympus. Heracles then saved his half older brother from Typhon and later, the two bothers finally make amends.

...More AU appearance ideas coming soon~!

[voluptuarian]

Another day, another worst history/mythology post! It's been awhile.

Now, "x character/historical figure/ethnic group were secretly black!" content is so common that it almost doesn't register anymore, nor is this the first "Worst" entry to feature the idea, but this post was so Wild in its bizarre blanket statements while also mixing some genuine facts in?? that it caught my attention, and brought to mind this great quote from M. R. James

To start, let's look at the plausible stuff.

First they mention some black or potentially black characters in Greek myth, such as Memnon and Andromeda. Both of them are identified with Ethiopia, so that's totally plausible. Cool, with you so far. Then they claim Heracles is black. I'm not used to seeing one-drop-policy applied by Europeans so that's... interesting. A man four generations removed from a single black ancestor would seem more aptly described as "mixed race," but ok, I'll go with it.

Then they bring up a potentially black Zeus in Sophocles' Inachos, which is a genuine debate. However, a single literary description of Zeus hardly seems to set the ethnicity of Heracles in stone, since the gods can look however they want, there are plenty of alternative appearances for Zeus in art/literature, and the genetic inheritance of the gods is, uh, creative at best? Sex with Zeus in swan form produces human-looking babies from eggs, sex with him in eagle form seems to do nothing much special at all, and Hephaestus thinking about Athena while he came made the resulting sperm-baby be born with snake legs. (Don't ask.)

We get into murkier waters with op's statement that Heracles and Apollo should be understood as black because of the sculptures from Veii. Basically according to op, a figure being represented with dark paint or in brown terracotta = the artists' intentions to represent them as "dark skinned" = "dark skinned" must mean black.

And now we get to the core argument of the post, namely, that ethnic Greeks are not white Europeans, but black. As such the Greek gods and heroes were of course, not light-skinned white people, but black. Because you are either Swedish, or Sub-Saharan African, apparently. Op identifies themself as black and distinctly ties their non-whiteness to their Greek identity.

(This is from a point where they imply that Achilles was also black, and that readings of his hair or coloring as light, blonde, or red are incorrect-- his hair color was described to show he was *spins bottle* Angry. Ok.)

So, we've made it to "dark-colored figures in art means black people," "terracotta statuary means black people," and "modern and ancient Greeks are black people because op is. Or something."

Artistic and gender conventions in the ancient Mediterranean don't mean anything apparently. Nor does the presence of dozens of white or light-painted figures either, it would seem. Don't look at these art pieces, then.

Terracotta, by the fact of its being brown, means anything sculpted with it is apparently depicting black people. (Brown people don't exist??) Also every piece of art that isn't colored, and left in its natural tones also dictates race. Every person represented in bronze or onyx or wood is automatically black. Every person represented in marble or ivory is now automatically white. I'm claiming porphyry for the native americans, so now the four tetrarchs were actually indigenous (#historiansdontwantyoutoknow) And if you were unlucky enough to be immortalized in contrasting color stones, god help you.

There also of course aren't a zillion examples of painted terracotta throughout Greece where the subject is portrayed with light skin.

Idk if I'm supposed to just not see these statues? Or if because they were sculpted in terracotta, I'm just supposed to identify them as black somehow? Because if so I can only assume that the ancient Chinese were also black??

Despite these works (these are the original colors of the famous terracotta warriors) being painted to represent lighter skin and East Asian features, they were terracotta underneath, so we all know they were actually Africans. I'm learning so much.

Well, we've figured out that the Chinese are black, and so are the Greeks--- Romans however, seem to be white?? Maybe??

This whole statement is Interesting, but I'm just concerned with the highlighted bit here because

--the "dark skinned" terracotta statues of Apollo and Hercules op is fixated on aren't Greek. They're Etruscan. Veii was in the heart of Etruria.

So not only does the appearance of these statues have no meaning as far as what the Greeks thought about their own ethnicity one way or another, since this isn't Greek art, but if Romans are white, it would follow that the Etruscans are too? Making the whole presence of these statues in this argument completely null.

Of course like the vast majority of the world, the Etruscans did not consider terracotta an inviolable artistic medium which might not be blemished with the application of paint. They frequently painted their pottery and statuary.

(Oh man, light skinned figure and darker skinned figure together! Pale woman and tanned man! Where have I seen these ideas before? Not in the temple of Apollo at Veii, certainly not!)

The statue of Apollo at Veii has darker colored skin, while the statue of his mother (part of the same temple complex) sports a lighter complexion. This of course, definitely does not represent gender ideals or artistic conventions such as those we can clearly see going on in sarcophagus above. Apollo was black African/Greek and the color of the clay proves this. Is his mother also black then, also being made from terracotta? Or white because her skin is painted lighter? These are Etruscan italian works, so they're white, right? But no, no, we've established they're sculpted from terracotta, so that makes them actually black. So are Italians not white now??? Op help!!

To discuss Heracles again and touch more on those claims about Achilles, what is presented as the deciding factor of why these gods and heroes and the Greeks as a whole must be black?

There you are. All those light-skinned Greek folks in Greek art couldn't possibly be white, or any other race but black, because white people can't survive in Greece without modern science.

We all know that black people are universally invulnerable to sun-stroke, and that pre-sunscreen white Europeans swooned away to nothing like sensitive victorian heroines at the mere touch of sunlight. The Romans, Etruscans, Italians in general, Spaniards, and Southern French, apparently, were ok because the heat of Greece specifically is more threatening to weak white flesh than the entire rest of the Mediterranean-- only poc can survive in the hellish wastes of the Aegean.

(White person or vampire?? increasingly hard to tell).

So where does this put the numerous light-skinned figures in Greek art? Including light-skinned representations of op's supposed dark-skinned heroes? And Etruscan works that they claim are black Greeks? Well, now we're getting into a gray area that they don't provide us much context for, so I'm going to have to interpret for myself. This little tidbit might give a hint, though.

This could definitely not mean she restored a manly, youthful look to him (fit, tan, no longer grizzle-haired). Of course, if Athena had to artificially darken him, would that make this the first case of blackface? Or is op implying Odysseus was trans-racial? Does that make Odysseus the only white Greek? Or was he not actually Greek till Athena apparently transformed him into a black man? Does op want me to believe the entirety of Greece, despite different skin tones and origins, have been magically altered into black people through Athena's divine intervention?? Fascinated to know.

[greekbros]

(Mooooooo!)

(Bull and River God.)

(Achelous and a Minoan Bull. )

(So I bought a batch of markers that unfortunately had a lot of repeat colors 🙃...ugh....yeah anyway I've seen something....... Achelous is actually pretty interesting as a mythical entity.)

(like.... apparently, Heracles had 9 side quests in addition to his 12 labours....and one of them is Heracles """"asking """" Achelous's blessings for Deiaeira's hand in marriage.)

(maybe it's a sub context about the struggles for men confronting their girlfriend 's dad, thus as a form of encountering a superior or a representation of what they aspire to? Who knows.)

(oh yes a minoan bull is there too.)

[yandere-swallowtailcherry]

🦋Rules🦋

Character limit: 5

I will only accept yandere requests!

Lemons are acceptable!

Platonic yanderes are acceptable!

Do not request the following: Incest, pedophilia, anything scat/watersport related and other disturbing things!

Any family yanderes will automatically be platonic.

I will NOT do abuse or cheating as that is hard for me to write.

I also do yandere imagines and points from time to time

🦋Fandoms I write for on here🦋

Record of ragnarok

Attack on Titan

Demon slayer

Sk8 the infinity

Blush blush

Mortal Kombat

Greek/Norse mythology

🦋Characters List/Masterlist (any left out are ones I won't do)🦋

Ror/Snv

Thor

Loki

Poseidon

Hades

Buddha

Qin Shi Huang

Jack the ripper

Adam (Platonic only!!)

Attack on Titan

Eren Jaeger/Yeager

Armin Arlert

Mikasa Ackerman

Levi Ackerman

Hange Zoe

Demon slayer

Tanjiro Kamado

Zenitsu Agatsuma

Inosuke Hashibira

Giyuu Tomioka

Shinobu Kocho

Kyojuro Rengoku

Uzui Tengen(+ his wives)

Muzan Kibutsuji

Kokushibo

Douma

Akaza

Sk8 the infinity

Langa Hasegawa

Reki Kyan

Joe

Cherry

Blush blush

Nimh

Volks

Kelby

Eli

Anon

Garret

Dmitri

Ichiban

William

Myx

Stirling

Scale (one of my favourites)

Sven

Cole (he already is one but he's here)

Poe

Cashew

Seth

Mortal Kombat

Sub Zero

Scorpion

Fujin

Greek mythology

Poseidon

Hades

Hera (Platonic)

Hestia (Platonic only)

Demeter

Aphrodite

Apollo

Ares

Heracles

Norse mythology

Thor

Loki

🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

Yandere Record of Ragnarok masterlist~

[femd-archive]

idk if your requests are still open but may I request a sub! heracles who is very needy and desperate for reader to ride him ?

sure thing! :]

AFTER CENTURIES

pairing: record of ragnarok — heracles x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

content warning: soft femdom reader | sub heracles | stablished relationship (from before heracles becomes a god) | masturbation (m) | nipple play | dirty talk | begging | unprotected sex | slight nursing | breeding | slight mention of edging/marking | mentions of toys at the end

📎 side note: i'm not really into the series yet and neither read the manga, so maybe heracles is ooc (^^;)

As Heracles spot you in the human crowd, he asked the guards to scolt you to his room. You were very confused at first, but the moment his strong arms wrapped around you, you immediately knew it was him.

"Alcides" you called his name in a teary tone.

"Oh my love, I missed you so much" his hands runned along your body to cup your face in them, rubbing his thumbs over your cheeks as he looks into your eyes. "You're as beautiful as the last time I saw you" he whispers in a tender tone, making you chuckle.

"And you look just as handsome. Your hair is orange!" both of you laugh as you run your hands through his long hair. "I missed you everyday" you confess after a short silence in between the two of you, and Heracles looks at you with sad eyes and a smile that doesn't reach up to them.

"I know love, me too. There are days that I regret being so selfish towards you. You had given me all your love, and then I turn my back at you to save all our people, leaving you behind" he rest his forehead on yours, hughing you closer.

"You were never selfish, Al. You were doing what you thought was the best for everyone, and it was" you wrap your arms around his wasit. "No God gave us any trouble to the last of our days thanks to you. And for the record, everybody missed you" you add, making him smile at the memory of his hometown.

"But you missed me the most, right?" he asks, caressing the skin of your hip out of habit.

"Absolutely" you whisper, like it was a secret only for the two of you.

Heracles pulls apart to take a look at your face, cupping it once again in between his hands and slowly moving closer to take your lips on a soft kiss.

Your hands runned along his broad back and moved to his torso, fingertips tracing the big tattoo along his ribs to finally stop at his pecs, groping them as your palms rub against his nipples.

He moans against your lips, hugging you closer and starting to grind against you.

"Hmm? My pretty boy is already needy with a few kisses?" he showers your face with kisses as you giggle.

"Love, please…I need you so bad" he whispers, already getting rid of his shoulder pad and belt around his waist.

"Yeah? Show me then, show me how much you need me" you command with a sweet tone.

He already was getting rid of his leon skin skirt, leaving his strong body at nudity in front of you. His figure was sculped by the gods, and they sure had took their time with it.

His hard dick was standing infront of you, tip getting redder by time. You lock eyes with your lover, and his blue ones are silently asking you for permission to touch himself; you slightly nod, eyes going back at scanning his beautiful body.

Alcides' hand wrap entirely around his dick, starting to jack off as soon as he makes contact; his free hand goes up to his chest, and his fingers start to pinch his nipples to add stimulation.

You wish you could have a way to capture this scene, maybe one of those cellphones that you heard some humans in the crowd talk about. To capture the lovely image of your lover in a desesperate state for your touch.

"Look love…I'm so wet for you" he pumps his cock a few times more, gathering some precum on his hand to show it to you. "Wanna feel you on me, have you wrapped around me like before. I missed your warmth so much, let me have it back, please?" he begs, eyes already full of tears and a woobly voice.

And you wish you could tease him a little more, to see him cry your name and even watch him ruin his orgasm when you tell him to stop touching himself, but you are on your limit as well, and you need his warmth too.

Attacking his lips on a kiss, you make him back up until he's sitting on the big bed of the room. You stradle his lap, not before taking your clothes off as well, leaving now the both of you in full nudity.

"Please, please..." the God begs as the only thing you do is grind on his hard cock. His hands are wrapped around your hips, resting in there to feel you close.

"Want to be inside me?" you ask and he immediately nods. "Ask for it nicely, Al. I know you can, baby" you left a kiss on the corner of his lips.

"Please…let me burry myself inside you. Wanna feel you, wanna be one with you and make you cum. I wanna show you how much I love you" he mumbles the last sentence looking right into your eyes, so you know that he's being completely honest, and it's not just some hot talk for the moment.

Instead of replying, you kiss him once again, lifting your weight from his lap as you line yourself with his dick, and slowly sinking in until he's fully inside you. His whiny moans are muffled by your mouth, and he hugs you close as he feels your gummy walls wrap around him.

"You really have a way with words huh" you say after pulling apart, with a woobly tone yourself. Heracles takes your face in his hands once again, making you look at him.

"I love you, [Name]. Let us make love like we were never away from each other" as he looks at you nod, he leaves another short kiss on your lips before realising your face from his soft grip.

The room is filled with both your moans and skins slapping against each others.

Heracles strong arms are secured around you as you bounce on his dick, boobs also bouncing in front of his face and catching his attention once he takes his eyes away from where you're connected. He takes one of your nipples in his mouth, and the other is giving attention by his hand.

You throw your head back, wrapping your arms around his shoulder to get him closer to you.

"Oh baby" you whisper, leaving a kiss on his forehead as you kept bouncing.

Alcides pulls apart from your breasts to kiss your lips, hugging you so close that your chests are pressed to each other and there's no spot of your skin that it isn't touching his.

"Wanna make you cum" he whispers over your lips, "wanna make you cum as much as you want. Use me as you please" he pleads, kissing along your neck and collarbone.

You let out a little cry, feeling your orgasm close. "I love you, Alcides. I always will" you mumble, unable to stop the tears that falls from your eyes. Heracles' hand is quick to come and dry them, wiping your cheeks.

"I love you too, my love, and I'll do so to the end of my days" he promises, embracing you once again as you cum around him.

You ride him a few times more, until you feel your legs and clit go numb. Still, you let Heracles still thrust in you until he cums, that happens pretty quick since he's been edging himself from not cumming since he started kissing you.

"Inside...cum inside" you whisper into his ear as you have him hugging you close once again. He whimpers and soon enough, he's cumming inside just like you told him too.

You stay like that, sticky and sweaty, but hugging for a while, trying to calm your breaths. Once you cooled down, Heracles moved the both of you to the center of the bed, fixing your positions to cuddle for a while.

"I would like to ask you to not fight, but I know that it would be useless" you chuckle, fingers tracing the new bitemark that you left on his chest.

"I have to do it, to save the humans that I like so much" his hand caress your nude back with soft circle motions, and leaves a kiss on the top of your head.

"Yeah, I know" you supress a sigh and look up to him, he also fixes his position to look at you, and smiles. "Just...be careful, okay? Be safe, for the humans that you like so much" you tease, pinching one of his sides.

He caughts you out off guard when he kisses you so suddenly, only to pull away and beam at you. "I'll be safe for you" he giggles, making your heart melt. "Now, when you're ready again, I'll like to try something new that I discovered a while ago"

"Oh yeah? What is it?" you ask, and he smiles again as he pulls away from your cuddle pile and starts searching for something in the night table.

"Ta-dah!" a 12 inches dildo is right besides his happy face.

"Oh...for me?" you ask, concern evident on your voice.

"Huh? No silly, for me!" he answers, and you could breath again from relief.

[craftinghellkite]

I see you just pulled on the new starter banner. May I recommend a overload team comp. Fischl + Xiangling is a pretty powerful combo and is new starter friendly. And you can even still run Noelle as main DPS as both of those are sub-dps "drop skill and switch" characters

Ah. Yes. Yes I did.

Basically went into the game blind, got her, and realized Noelle is this game's forever-beloved early-to-get hits-hard never-dies archetype like Heracles and Rhino for me.

I also somehow arrived with the overload comp plus Gorou, or really just switching around whoever I have right now in the other two slots. Currently doing fine, I think.

[r-biter]

So what this article is getting at is that Heracles needed a 24/7 sub dom relationship

[summocrap]

hope school isn't kicking your ass too much, but what horni things do u have about ur ships

At this point, if you don't know what's under the cut, that's your fault

Hakumen X Tsathoggua

As mentioned before, Hakumen only got together with him because she’s a size queen, but they broke up.

The main issue is that everything about Tsathoguua and BDSM just doesn’t work.

He’s not afraid of chains or whips becuase he can barely feel those, and being bound provides no excitement when you know you can just teleport away.

They tried it in the butt once. Hakumen wasn’t able to walk normally for a week.

Plues, like never leaves his room and going all the way down there is justa huge hassle when you just want to get your back blown out.

Arachne X Tsathoggua

It happened when Arachne was  tailoring his speedo, and the waistband snapped.

Since his schmeat was already in her face, she choked on it things happened and she rode it kept happening.

Neither of them have really tlaked about the incident then.

Is their a relationship there? Was it just a one time thing? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Echo X Heracles

They just had really nice chemestry in their event, I don’t know what to tell you.

It’s not really anything serious, just 2 people desperatley in need of a rebound relationship.

Heracles being Heracles has to be incredibly careful he doesn’t hurt Echo. Even then, he still leaves a few bruises.

Rather than being rough, it is the softest slowest thing you’ve ever seen.

Heracles constatly whispers compliments, like “you can do this” but it’s more for himself than Echo.

Mr.Mononobe X Jinn X Triton

It all started when Monnobe was settling yet another arguement between the two.

They may be permanent faculty of Shinjuku Academy, but Jinn and Triton are both subs so Monobe takes the lead.

He likes to keep Triton on his knees while he likes to keep Jinn on his back. 

The fact that the 3 of them are in a relationship isn’t secret. You’ll often see Mononbe kiss one of them on the cheek much to their embrassment.

Seth X Ganglie

Turns out the beach babes we were hunting were beside us all along.

Ganglie can do any position, but Seth, depsite putting on the good front is submissive little bottom, so he’s usually on top.

Unexpectedly Ganglie can actually be rather tender, especially when Seth is having an identity crisis.

Seth is a square, so Ganglie is progresivley introducing him to more and more toys to make things more interesting. 

It’s an open relationship, although it’s mostly open on Ganglie’s end of bringing people in for a threesome.

Shinya X Temujin

It’s a miss-match and that’s what makes it funny.

Temujin’s on top and Shinya’s on bottom which surpises no one. Although, Shinya can be surpsingly assertive sometimes, the positions sometimes switch.

If you can’t find Shinya, there’s a 9/10 chance, he’s getting pounded by Temujin for the 6th time today in a backroom somewhere.

Temujin’s artifact having the ability to make the infertile furtile, but closing the App undoes everything, so there’s no teen-mom stuff going on.

Temujin’s working on a way to get around that.

[junietuesday]

its my fault for expecting good character takes on reddit but browsing the hadesgame sub and someone asking “what other options for elysium bosses would be cool” listing off random pairings of heroes and their monsters (like heracles + the lion, atalanta + the boar) like no you dont fucking understand. you Dont understand!!!! its not abt hero and random beast they killed its abt the specific way two people (doesnt work w actual animals) connected to each other through that life-changing experience of a fight to the death only to have the chance to reunite in the afterlife and be able to see parts of the other no one else does. no one can do it like theseus and asterius sorry.

the Only way i can see this working w other heroes is like. perseus and medusa perhaps. or other heroes who fought conscious people not random beasts. like i get the cool factor of imagining the elysium bosses cycle but even implying something like jason and the drakon could hope to match the dynamic of thesterius offends me personally.

[mallowstep]

do u have any other bdsm cat fic recs? dont get me wrong - yours are AMAZING but i have read them about 20 times each 😢

THANK YOU SO MUCH

unfortunately, part of why i've been going so hard on it is because there's an empty niche i am determined to fill.

(please write me bdsm cat fics. i would crawl over hot coals for you.)

but there's really not much. well. okay. that's a lie. i'm sure there's a good amount of stuff out there, but, like, i have standards. i expect a certain level of coherency, i suppose? it's hard to pin down, i think, but perhaps one of you knows what i am trying to say and can say it better.

anyway, so i'm sure there's stuff out there that i'm just not interested in, and there are also fic that --- depending on your itch --- might scratch it. if you like my things, i assume you're more about the ds over the sm (dom/sub over sadomasochism), and i cannot think of ANYTHING in the sm range, at least, for warriors fics.

so. there are four fics i can recommend, and all four are mothpool. three are katherine. i live and breathe for katherine's mothpool fics, btw. she recently published a new one and the sound i made was unholy.

first up, though:

not talking (with you) by lupinecrown. it's fairly soft, but it's there.

now for the katherine trio (katherine has more mothpool fics btw but they're not all d/s). all of these r huge inspirations to me.

almost indebted is responsible for nightshade cleaning mistyfoot's face in "just gonna call you mine."

intensity is a REALLY good fic for possessiveness (sexy).

chosen this place is. um. it's. um. please read it.

[text reads: "this uh...this is good. this drags up a lot of very good feelings. yes." it ends with an emoticon heart.]

those r my recs! if anyone else has recs, please add them! i would love to read more bdsm fics. i'll link all of my fics below the cut for others, but i'm afraid there's really not much. my request policy is always "you can send it, but who fucking knows what i'll do with it," but if you have requests/ideas/want to try to trick my brain into writing you a fic, go for it.

i see the moonlight steal across my sheets: tigerdove daddy kink, also a serious reflection on trauma. 13k words.

from alcides, by birth (leopardstonetiger themed after heracles, d/s):

king augeas against the river: stonefur proving himself via completing a task. 1.2k words.

megara, princess of thebes: submission as, "you are below us." mostly leopard/stone. 1.5k words.

from as the water rushes in (mistyfoot/nightshade, tigerclaw's littermate, gentle d/s, tigerclan au):

are the others watching you? the subtleties of how you move?: getting together fic with some negotiations and matthew's favourite trope. 2.5k words.

just gonna call you mine: mistyfoot and nightshade spend the night together, nightshade takes care of her. 1.2k words.

innocent or not, you're not a bet i care to take: mostly about other things, but ends with a scene revolving around ownership. 1.9k words.

i want your midnights: knifeplay, but they're cats. mistyfoot's job in the relationship is looking very pretty for nightshade. etc. 3.9k words.

nothing you do can slow the rising tides: a very charged scene where nightshade marks mistyfoot in an exceedingly possessive way, also, a bunch of plot. 6k words.