Fellow Dommes, I Would Like To Share A New Thing I Recently Discovered That I Think You Should Try Out.

Fellow dommes, I would like to share a new thing I recently discovered that I think you should try out. We all know how nice the possessiveness of saying "you're mine" to your sub can be. Making them say "I'm yours", or cooing/growling "you're mine" into their ear while they're so deep into subspace all they can do is smile and moan. I've even seen a post making the rounds of growling "I'm yours" into your subs ears as you use them mercilessly. Remind them that only they get receive this treatment.

I see these acts of consensual possession and raise you the notion of ordering your sub to say "you're mine" to you as you make them cum. Holding their eye contact right before you push them over the edge and growl "what am I, kitten? Say it. Say I'm yours."

"You're mine?" they'll of course be initially confused, but press the idea, and as you do, push them over the edge.

"Again."

"You're mine" This time a little more confidence behind the statement.

"That's right... Again."

"You're mine" Finally getting the idea, and realizing it feels amazing.

"Again!"

"You're mine... you're mine... you're mine..."

By this point you can just watch and enjoy as they begin to chant it with the biggest smile on their face, all while orgasming in a way that they haven't before. A different kind of intensity. Continue to make them cum as they passively repeat "you're mine" over and over and over, letting the pleasure and chanting hypnotize them into a state of pure bliss. I promise you, it will give you a form of confidence in your domming entirely separate from claiming them and it feels utterly intoxicating 💕

'Pretty Girl'

Clarisse La Rue x DaughterOfAphrodite!Reader hc's💗

A/N:Felt like doing another one of these so here we are

So I feel like Clarisse La Rue with a daughter of Aphrodite as her girlfriend is a total power couple. Like, picture this – they totally clash with their godly parentage, but opposites attract,right?

I feel like Clarisse would call you 'princess' or 'pretty girl/thing,' just to tease you a bit, you know? And she deff calls you out for your lovey-dovey stuff, but secretly she LOVES it when you surprise her with flowers or write cheesy notes,even if she may not show it - but she does love it.

So I feel like she would totally be the protective one in the relationship - for obvious reasons - like no one messes with her girl. If anyone dares to flirt with you, Clarisse would be ready to throw a punch, no doubt.

I feel like Clarisse would have this tough exterior, but deep down, she's a total softie for you. Like,you'd have these secret moments where you just chill and talk about your day, and it's the cutest thing ever. She may not admit it, but she loves those moments.

She deff calls you 'angel,babe or princess' because, well, she's a daughter of Ares, and you're her partner in crime.

And when you fight side by side in Capture the Flag, it's like a power duo – Clarisse and her girl taking down anyone in their way - well,mostly Clarisse,but still.

I feel like she would lowkey enjoy doing little romantic gestures, but she acts all cool about it. Like, she might get you a small heart-shaped necklace, and when you thank her, she'd be all like "Yeah, whatever, it's just a dumb gift." but she'd secretly bite back a smile.

Clarisse would totally be the one to initiate sparring sessions just for the heck of it. Like, "Let's see if your lovey charms can protect you in a real fight, Princess." But deep down, she knows you can hold your own, and she respects that.

I feel like she'd have this signature battle cry, and whenever you hear it, you know Clarisse is coming to kick some ass.

She deff has a soft spot for your handmade gifts, like if you craft her a bracelet or something. Clarisse may act all tough, but she treasures those things like they're made of gold.

So I feel like Clarisse would totally get jealous if someone else challenges her in the arena. Like, she's the top dog, and no one should even think about taking her spot. But she'd secretly love the fact that you're cheering her on.

I feel like she'd have a nickname for you.And when she uses it, you know she's in a good mood or trying to lighten the mood after a tough training session.

She deff appreciates when you notice the small details about her, like the scar on her arm or the way she ties her hair back.It's like you see past the tough exterior,and Clarisse finds that pretty damn special.

Honestly, Clarisse would totally have a soft spot for animals, especially if they're cute or fluffy. Imagine her trying to act all tough while secretly petting a camp kitten - it's a sight to behold - and she'd love it - especially if you owned a pet(even better if it was fluffy.)

I feel like she'd be the one to surprise you with impromptu dates, like a late-night stroll around camp or a picnic under the stars.Clarisse may not say it out loud, but those moments mean a lot to her.

She deff loves challenging you to physical competitions, whether it's a race or an arm-wrestling match. It's like her way of bonding, and she secretly enjoys the friendly competition between you two.

I also feel like Clarisse would totally have this protective vibe when it comes to sharing stories about her past. She may act all tough, but she trusts you enough to open up about her struggles, and that's a big deal.

I feel like she'd be a bit possessive, like marking her territory, especially in public. If someone even looks at you the wrong way, Clarisse would be quick to put them in their place. It's kinda hot in a protective, possessive way, you know?

She deff calls you "Gorgeous" in the heat of the moment, especially when you're alone and no one is around to witness her softer side.

Clarisse would totally get jealous when other campers compliment you,but she'd never admit it. Instead, she'd just glare at anyone who dares flirt.

She deff calls ou out on spending too much time in the mirror, but deep down, she appreciates how you always look stunning – even in the middle of a war.

A/N:That's all for now.Made this while in class because I got bored of it

The way she fiddles with the ring Lenore gave her oh girl you’re GAY GAY LESBIAN AS HELL side note I do like how she messes with the other ring as she’s scheming

Can I have a whipped!Clarisse x sunshine!reader headcannons or one shot idk (could reader be either a Hecate daughter or just unspecified?) :3

Have a nice day/night

Ugh, I love Grumpy X Sunshine.

Clarisse x Sunshine!Reader Headcannons

Okay, literally no one expected you two to start dating.

Plot-twist of the century vibes.

You're so sweet and kind to everyone, offering your magical insight to anyone who asks you.

And she's so tough and brutal all the time, always picking fights with people over the smallest things.

Literal polar opposites, but opposites attract.

I feel like she would be pining over you from the moment you met.

Something about you drew her in. Maybe the way you carried yourself, maybe it was your natural talent for magic.

Either way, she's so whipped for you.

You have her wrapped around your finger without even trying.

I feel like she's the kind of person to practice what she's going to say to you before she actually asks you out.

I can just imagine her pacing around her cabin when no one is around whispering the script she made in preparation.

Because of her dad constantly ignoring her, and what little attention she does get being him telling her that she'll never be good enough, or never as good as her brothers, she has a MASSIVE fear of rejection.

That really plays a role in how she asks you out.

She'd literally be so nervous it's not even funny.

When she does eventually ask you out there is a lot of stuttering and stumbling over words.

You would probably be in your cabin, just finishing brewing a potion when she comes to you.

You can't help but laugh at how nervous she is, finding it rather adorable.

Obviously she gets really offended and tries to leave, telling you to forget she said anything in the first place.

You pull her back to you and kiss her.

"I wasn't laughing to make fun of you, I was laughing because you're cute."

From that moment on, her protectiveness SKYROCKETS.

Someone looks at you wrong? They're in the infirmary getting stitches.

Someone calls you a freak because of your mom being Hecate? She's lost dessert privileges for the next five months.

Eventually you do have to talk to her and tell her to tone it down.

But that just ends in y'all making out on her bed.

How is she supposed to be serious when her girlfriend is sitting there looking so pretty and perfect, and her lips are just so kissable.

SPEAKING OF, you can't tell me this girl isn't obsessed with kissing you.

Doesn't matter where you are or who you're with, she will kiss you at any point in time.

Lips, forehead, nose, cheek, neck, shoulder, you name it.

She could literally be about to break someones bones until you come up.

The mood switch is IMMEDIATE.

From "I will literally murder you." to "Oh hey baby, how was your day." and just kissing all over your face.

It gives everyone whiplash.

But they get used to it eventually.

She's just so in love with you.

You're literally the first person to ever show her what it's like to genuinely be loved and not just wanted as a weapon.

You're the first and only person she says "I love you" to.

You're especially the first person and only person she means it to.

It takes her a while to open up because she hates being perceived as weak or soft. After a while though, she will start coming to you with her problems.

She'll occasionally come to your cabin in the middle of the night after having a nightmare, usually about you dying.

She never wants to talk about it, she just wants you to hold her until she falls back asleep.

Everyone in both of your cabins comes to love y'all.

I like to think that Ares cabin is sworn to a mutual secrecy because almost all of them have someone they sneak in at night to cuddle.

But they all have a reputation to uphold no one talks about it.

If you think regular Clarisse likes to cuddle, Whipped!Clarisse is 10x worse.

She'll never admit it, but cuddling you is one of her favorite things ever.

Her guilty pleasure is laying on your chest or being the little spoon.

She just likes the feeling of being held by the only person she's ever loved.

This ended up being A LOT longer than expected. Sorry (not really) y'all, went on a tangent.

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘦 | 𝘤. 𝘭 𝘳

pairing: clarisse la rue x daughter of aphrodite!reader

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uh oh!! angsty asf!!!

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how did venus feel when mars ransacked rome? when the person she loved laid waste to her home?

clarisse never wanted it to end this way.

“you should tell her the truth, clarisse. i don’t think i’ve ever seen her this upset.” one of clarisse’s brothers examined you from afar. the once seductive, irresistible daughter of aphrodite, reduced to sulking in her sorrow. 

most people assumed you were mourning the lives lost in the battle of manhattan.

~~

it was all so sudden. one day, you and your siblings give every half-blood makeover; the next, there’s a war. everyone is picking sides, and no one knows who to trust now. then it happened, clarisse shattered your entire world. 

one night, far away from the bonfire. clarisse pulled you away to make the hardest decision she ever made. 

“i never cared about you, and it's ridiculous that you ever thought i did. you're just not worth the effort, and your feelings were never a priority for me. you’re such a distraction. constantly taking me away from what’s important,” she spat at you. her words pierced harder than any blade ever could.

you were broken, shocked, and even a bit insecure. you had never expected such sharp words from someone who claimed to love you more than the gods could ever.

even after the war subsided, the gods continued to ask their children to begin these challenging quests.

~~

clarisse snapped her eyes in the direction of interest. her eyes shifted from her usual anger-filled glare to a soft, apologetic gaze. you were undeniably wrecked.

the ares girl was sorry- more sorry than she had ever been about anything in her life. but she knew it was for the better. it was better if you believed this twisted lie she pulled- it was for your future.

“ if i tell her the truth, then die on this quest, what then? huh? ” clarisse was irritated from speaking about the topic so frequently. her brother looked at clarisse with disappointment, soon morphing into concern when he looked back at you.

“tell her the truth! clarisse, she’s ruined-”

“tell her the truth? tell her the truth?! so that she’ll spend all that time missing me, for me to end up dead?! i’m not making her subject to that kind of heartbreak. let her believe, i never loved her.”

you were slumped at a table with your siblings. large bags hung below your eyes, your cheeks turned hollow, and your radiant skin was dulled. no one at camp, not even your siblings, had ever seen you like this. spending all your free time in the aphrodite cabin and ditching training.

when anyone did see you, your figure was hidden beneath oversized clothes, tears stained your cheeks, and you looked burnt out. all within the same time frame, clarisse stopped hanging around you. you were wrecked- utterly wrecked. 

clarisse was asked by the god of war himself to fight by his side on a quest. she couldn’t say no- she never could. this was the one thing she wanted; this was her chance to prove that she was just as capable, if not more, than her brothers. she was finally given the chance to show her father her worth. there was no way clarisse would ever take that chance for granted.

so she said yes, immediately. but just as the words slipped past her lips, the thought of you struck her like lightning. you, the ethereal daughter of aphrodite; you, the girl that left a trail of flowers wherever she went; you, the girl that was equally beauty and brawn; you, the girl clarisse had sworn to love.

she said, “this love is ruin- has ruined our lives.”

she wanted to tell you the truth; she did. she wanted to tell you it was all a big, twisted, fucked up lie. she cared for you and never wanted it to end like this. clarisse la rue cared. to everyone's surprise, she did. she always cared about you, even when she couldn’t admit it. she cared so much, and she knew this was for the best.

" y/n! i know you haven’t been in it recently, but we’re starting to get worried. usually, you snap back after a few days. babe, it’s been a week,” your sister sighed, placing her hand on your arm. her concern was easily readable in her expression. you pressed your fist to your lips.

you couldn’t fight that. she was right. this was so unlike you. as a daughter of aphrodite, you’ve become numb to things like heartbreak. whether you’re on the receiving side or the other, it stopped affecting you at a young age.

but this was different. this wasn’t an average heartbreak. it felt more like the sun had gone out, causing your heart to freeze. this dysphoria was something straight out of a poem. it was ruthless and painful, and suddenly, everything had a negative. somehow, there was always something to hate.

“i’m fine. i just miss silena, that’s all,” you mumbled into your fist. your siblings seemed to believe that’s all that was going on; the air in the aphrodite cabin hung heavy with wilted roses, starkly contrasting the usual fragrant atmosphere that accompanied the goddess of love's domain. the once vibrant colors seemed muted as if even the cabin itself mourned the loss of your radiant presence. your siblings, who had once reveled in the joy of aphrodite's blessings, now cast worried glances your way. the gods might have declared the war over, but the battle still raged within for you. the aftermath of clarisse's decision had left you with scars that no amount of ambrosia could heal.

as the days stretched on, your absence from daily camp activities became more conspicuous. the once vibrant and lively daughter of aphrodite now moved like a ghost, haunting the cabin you once called home. the mirror reflected a hollow version of yourself, a mere shadow of the person you used to be.

you were ruined.

the love between venus and mars, tainted by war and deceit, had left a scar on both their hearts. and as you grappled with the shards of shattered love, clarisse stood on the precipice of her own inner turmoil, torn between love and duty

in the quiet moments of solitude, as she armed herself for quests and training, clarisse's thoughts circled back to you. the guilt that ate at her conscience intensified with every passing day. she questioned her allegiance, wondering if her loyalty to ares was worth the pain it inflicted upon the one she held dear.

clarisse knew that telling you the truth might mean burdening your future with grief if she didn’t return. yet, the ache in her chest grew more profound each time she caught a glimpse of your vacant eyes or saw the hollowness in your gaze. the lies were like a double-edged sword, cutting both you and her.

and soon, she was gone on her quest for self-certification. part of you hoped you would bounce back after she left, that you would come alive once again, that this burden of pain would somehow evaporate once she was out of reach.

but the other part knew that wasn’t true. deep down, you knew clarisse was woven in too deep to be out of sight, out of mind. you knew your heart was cut, and you had no clue when it would heal.

clarisse sought solace on the battlefield, attempting to drown out her internal conflict with the clash of swords and the roar of monsters. yet, even amidst the chaos, the ghost of your presence haunted her, a constant reminder of the love she had put at stake.

~~

“it doesn’t make sense!” clarisse slammed her fists onto the table before her. “i did what i was supposed to do! i did exactly what was asked of me, and he still doesn’t care.” her voice boomed, striking silence through everyone near her. her siblings looked defeated. all the other campers avoided her like the plague.  clarisse la rue was known for being temperamental, but no one had ever seen her this heated. this anger was only ignited by her divine lineage.  

her siblings, unaware of what to do, simply stood there when clarisse stormed away to blow off some steam.

she ran to the only place notorious for calming her nerves: her secluded training grounds in the woods. only a small number of people knew about this little clearing. and even less than that knew, clarisse loved to go there. the ares girl was fuming. her face was hot and red with anger as she stopped her way to the clearing. 

her breaths came in ragged gasps as she reached the familiar clearing, hidden away from prying eyes and the chaos of camp. the tranquility of the forest enveloped her like a comforting embrace, soothing the storm raging within her chest. but even in the serene surroundings, her thoughts remained turbulent. but her fury faltered as she collided with you, the unexpected encounter halting her in her tracks.

“y/n,” she mumbled just below a whisper. her face read shocked, scared even. as if seeing you roaming the place you called home was a surprise to her.  

"clarisse," you replied, your voice tinged with hurt and frustration. your eyes were still hooded, and your cheeks were still hollow. your hair was a mess, never sitting right, whether you tried or not. by the looks of it, you had gotten even worse since before clarisses’ quest.

she didn’t know how to react. you were never cold or hostile to her. clarisse stood there momentarily before pulling you full force into a sorrowful hug. she threw her arms around your hidden frame. she wanted you to melt into her touch like you always did. she wanted you to allow yourself to be consumed by the love clarisse felt for you.

but clarisse felt you push her away, pull yourself out of her arms like they were restraints. revolting against her touch, rebelling away from her love. 

“no! you don’t get to do that!” your voice was bitter and icy. laced with hatred rather than the lovestruck tone clarisse was so used to hearing. she looked at you, confused. 

"you lied to me, clarisse," you accused, your voice trembling with anger and hurt. "you never cared; i was just a distraction to you. remember?  how could you say that to someone you supposedly loved?"

clarisse's jaw clenched as she struggled to find the words to defend herself. "i did what i had to do," she shot back, her voice strained with emotion. "i thought it was for the best, for both of us." 

"for the best?" you scoffed bitterly, a wave of betrayal washing over you. "how could lying to me be for the best? you shattered my trust, clarisse. you shattered my heart."

your words hung heavy between you, a tangible reminder of the rift. clarisse's expression softened, her gaze pleading as she reached out to you. "i never meant to hurt you, y/n. i thought... i thought it was the only way to protect you."

"protect me?" you echoed incredulously, shaking your head in disbelief. "from what? you don't get to decide what's best for me, clarisse. you don't get to play the hero and expect me to forgive you just like that. and now you’re here and expect to come running back? you don’t get to walk back into my life and pretend everything is fine! that’s not fair; that’s not how love is supposed to work!"

clarisse's eyes narrowed, her temper flaring at your accusatory tone. "me? you're the one who's been avoiding everyone, wallowing in self-pity like it's your job!" she shot back, her words laced with venom.

the anger bubbled to the surface, fueled by months of pent-up resentment and hurt. "at least i'm not a liar!" you spat, unable to contain the bitterness that seeped into your voice.

clarisse recoiled as if struck, her expression faltering briefly before hardening into a mask of defiance. "i did what i had to do," she retorted, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "you have no idea what choosing between duty and love is like. i had to make a choice, y/n. and i chose wrong."

"love?" you scoffed, incredulous. "if that's what you call it, then i want no part. you used me, clarisse. you made me believe you cared and threw me aside like yesterday's trash."

the words hung heavy in the air, a painful reminder of the betrayal that had shattered your trust. clarisse's facade wavered, her resolve crumbling beneath the weight of your accusation.

"i never meant to hurt you," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "but i had no choice. my loyalty to my father and my duty is all i have."

"but you did," you retorted, your voice trembling with emotion. "you hurt me more than i thought possible."

the admission did little to quell the anger simmering within you. "well, congratulations," you spat, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "you've proven where your loyalties lie."

and when love is ruin, you leave it behind. - the fall of rome.

Girl grinding her pussy on my thigh with her panties still on just to show me how wet they can get as I make her cum over and over again till she’s shaking and her panties are practically stuck to her pussy so I laugh at her for being so easy and then slip my strap into her and fuck her even dumber before she’s just a limp cocksleeve in my lap when?