Mar 16, 2024
Why is Ares so hot in all the media he's in?
Who has the best dick?
Ares (Smite)
Ares (Fortnite)
Ares (Percy Jackson)
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Why is Ares so hot in all the media he's in?
Who has the best dick?
Ares (Smite)
Ares (Fortnite)
Ares (Percy Jackson)
Soft Smite? Watching his favorite (but you don't know that) Christmas movie from his time in america. Perhaps with some snuggles and soft make outs in the glow of the christmas lights
ohhh you know what i like
————
you assumed he was being an ass.
you were settled against the armrest of your couch, angled away from him, thumbing through your phone as he scrolled through the listing of films that were available on the american streaming service he favored. empty cartons of half-eaten take-out littered the coffee table before you, the television the sole light source as he had gone ahead and extinguished all others.
it was movie night after all.
and you knew better to break the sanctity of the villain’s movie night.
you looked up when the orchestral music started, that night’s feature film having obviously been selected. the soundtrack started whiny and slightly off-key, as if the score had to dust itself off and warm up. the movie was old, laughably old. pre-dating digital old which, in your era of robots and heroes, meant old.
and then the title card appeared — white christmas.
surely he was being an ass?
it was an old american movie from what was largely considered the golden age of film, you recognized as the main characters appeared in their gender-matching twosomes. lauded actors long dead.
unrecognized, all might’s passion had rubbed off on you.
it was bright and campy and, once the first song and dance number started up, you glanced at all might. you expected to find him battling a sly smirk — he had never been good at hiding playfulness when it struck him. but his attention was completely on the screen, cheek resting on his fist as he leaned against the opposite armrest of the couch.
although the space between you was minuscule — he was in his larger form and the couch wasn’t that big — the divide was obvious. tangible.
you looked back toward the tv.
it didn’t take long for you to warm up to his movie choice. though everything about it felt, looked and sounded completely outdated... there was something incredibly endearing about it. two twosomes finding their perfect matches in one another. it held a pureness and optimism.
a christmas love story in the backdrop of a snowy vermont inn. there was humor, yes, but at the core, the focus was on romance.
a golden-age romance.
all might felt a tug behind him — you were trying to pull the blanket off the back of the couch. wordlessly, he rocked forward, sparing you the quickest sidelong glance, a reflex at sensing movement. you were cozying up beneath the soft blush fabric—
and then...
he felt pressure of you settling against him.
he did freeze, caught off-guard by your closeness. though things between the two of you had steadily been improving, the disconnect was painfully obvious. and for a moment, he was at a loss of what to do, paranoid that any additional movement by him would frighten you away like some sort of skittish cat.
“i like this movie,” you said softly as another duet started up.
gradually, he relaxed, watching along for a few silent seconds before moving his arm.
instead of nuzzling against his bicep, you found yourself pressed against his chest, swallowed up by a deep, radiating warmth and familiar cologne as he placed his arm around you.
you watched the rest of the movie like that, warm and comfortable, the side of your face bobbing along with his steady breathing. absent-minded fingers eventually found their way to your hair, calloused digits threading and rolling loose ends between them.
you were completely at ease.
completely happy.
and, during one slow scene, he grew bold. his hand released your split-ends to push against the side of your chin. you acquiesced, looking up, and when you did his face was there, mouth catching yours.
you considered pulling away, sense telling you to draw a line... but you didn’t. maybe you were caught off guard, maybe something other than sense was coaxing you to let it happen, but in your hesitation you were struck by how... calm his kiss was. there was no urgency or need, just a soft slow moving of lips.
you felt genuine adoration for the man bloom in your chest.
the kiss did deepen, you being the one to introduce tongue when you felt his movements lull towards finality. and to his credit, all might didn’t push for more, though his tongue was quick to follow your lead and bury itself in your mouth. though he was being measured with his response, you could sense a low lying eagerness at your reciprocation to his advances.
an excitied gasp from the tv cut through the room and the kiss was mutually broken.
there was a part of you that didn’t want the moment to end, that wanted to reach up and touch his face and guide it back to yours.
but... the interaction had been a rarely gentle one that you could not bring yourself to taint. so, with a deep and encompassing breath, you nestled back against his side for the entirety of white christmas, humming happily when his resumed hair playing morphed into hair petting.
you stroked his chest.
and when the final musical number rang out, and the credits appeared, you felt such an immense... disappointment. you didn’t want to move, you didn’t want him to leave, you didn’t want the movie to end, you didn’t want your cocoon of him to rupture—
he caught the soft whine in your throat when he moved and the newly ignited feeling within him grew slightly brighter. but his lean forward hadn’t been in preparation to stand, he was simply reaching for the remote and was quick to settle back into his seat, arm returning to its proper place around you.
the next movie chosen was another oldie, black and white. miracle on 34th street.
he propped his legs up on the table as the opening scene began. you opened your blanket, doing your best to spread it so that most of his lap was covered along with your entirety
a small night of bliss.
This skin dropped for Chaac on Smite and he's so fucking hot. I'm kicking my feet and twirling my hair. I might write a fic about him
I NEED HIM NEOW
Various!Chaac x Reader
Chaac
Very protective of you
No matter how buff you are, he's buffer
Don't argue with him
He'll put you in air prison
Lifts you up by your hips into the air
"Haha. You are like a tiny Chihuahua"
He wouldn't mind if you're vegan or vegetarian
But he'll definitely tease you about it
"Mi amor, you are skin and bones"
He'll chuckle as he pinches your sides
He loves to hold you in his lap
Don't get to comfortable
It was a trap
He suddenly lifts you up and uses you as a weight
Expect 10 sets
Please.....you have to be the brains in the relationship
He's a dumbass
"Knowledge is power"
He will confidently finish your quote
"Si, and France is Bacon"
You don't have the heart to correct him
He will carry you on his shoulders and parade ou to the other Mayan gods
"This one is mine. Hahahaha"
You better know spanish cuz this man will say the most raunchy things and he'll never translate for you
"Mi amor, me pones tan caliente. Te follaré bien esta noche"
None of the other Mayan deities will tell you what he said
do you have rules for what you will and won’t write? what fandoms do you write for?
Depends on what kinda stuff.
I won't write anything underage or waste kinks but anything else is pretty much fair game. Nothing is too cringe or strange for me.
Ill write for Dead By Daylight, BNHA, Smite, Overwatch, Elden Ring, Rdr2, and FNAF.
But just ask and I'll probably do research if you want me to write about a Fandom I'm not apart of
xoxo- Thanacon
Discordia with Deity of Darkness!Reader
You remind her of her mother
And she has hella mommy issues
"Disco, help gank duo with me"
"Okie dokie mo- (Y/N)"
Nervous laughter
You smile and laugh with her
She loves your laughter
Deep down, she wants your approval
Even if she always has her "chaos doesn't care" attitude
She gets a triple kill?
"Yeah, I'm pretty much the best"
She says casually as she flexes her skinny arm
She peeks to make sure you're watching
Please clap for her. Please
Brace yourself for constant jokes and puns
It even worms its way into her flirting
"Ya know, for a deity of darkness, you sure are the light of my life"
Wink and nudge
After a long fight against a gank squad. You and discordia managed to kill a few of them as the rest retreated.
Discordia jumps up and down like an excited child while making the penetration gesture with her hands towards the enemies. "Did you see their faces? Hahaha, what a bunch of dumbasses!" she taunts gleefully.
Her childish behavior doesn't go unnoticed by you, but it's hard not to be drawn into her energy. You can feel your adrenaline still pumping from the battle as Discordia continues her antics.
"Discordia, let's focus on taking down their tower before they respawn," you remind her sternly.
Discordia rolls her eyes playfully but nods nonetheless. "Fine, fine. I'll behave for now," she says with a grin before following you towards the enemy tower.