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glittervame · 3 months

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I think we've found out just how interested we are

We'll find out soon enough Pt.1,

Her eyes widen, and for a moment he thinks she's going to pull away. But then she takes a deep breath, and her hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders, and around his neck, pulling him closer. She presses her body against his, their hips grinding together in a slow, sensual dance. "Maybe you're right," she whispers, her lips brushing against his ear. "Maybe we should find out just how interested we are."

As they kiss, his hands explore the soft, warm skin of her back, feeling the delicate curve of her spine beneath his fingertips. She arches her back, pressing herself more firmly against him, and he can feel the heat of her body seeping through the fabric of their clothes. The taste of her lips and the scent of her skin are intoxicating, and he's lost in the moment, the rest of the world falling away as they continue to dance together in the darkness.

Her hands slide down his chest, over his stomach, and lower still, until she reaches the hem of his shirt. She tugs at it gently, urging him to help her lift it over his head. He complies, quickly shrugging out of the shirt and tossing it aside. The air brushes against his bare chest, and he feels her breath hitch as she takes in the sight of his muscled torso.

She leans forward, her lips grazing across his chest, her tongue teasing the hardened peak of his nipple. He groans, arching his back, and she laughs softly, her hand moving lower still, to the button of his pants. She fumbles with it for a moment, and then slides her hand inside, curling her fingers around him through his boxers.

The feel of her touch sends a jolt of pleasure through him, and he gasps, his hips bucking involuntarily.

"Are you sure?" she whispers, her voice trembling with desire. "You've never done this before, have you?" He shakes his head, his eyes closed tightly as he tries to focus on her touch.

She slips her hand out of his pants, lifting it to her mouth and gently biting her fingertip. Then, she guides his hand to her breast, over her bra, and finally to her hardened nipple. He's never touched a woman like this before, and the feel of her warm, soft flesh beneath his fingers is intoxicating. He squeezes gently, feeling her breath catch in her throat.

With her free hand, she slides his boxers down over his hips, freeing him completely. He's already hard, throbbing in anticipation of what she'll do next. She looks at him for a moment, her eyes dark and hungry.

He lay on his back, his muscles taut and aching from the exertions of passion. His breath came in ragged gasps, his chest rising and falling in a sensual rhythm. She knelt between his spread legs, her eyes fixed on the sight of him, her mouth watering at the taste of him. Her hands gently massaged his thighs, her fingertips teasing the soft hairs on his skin.

And then, she lowered her head, her lips parting ever so slightly as her tongue darted out to wet the head of his cock. He arched his back involuntarily, a shudder of desire coursing through him at the sensation. She took him into her mouth, slowly at first, her lips encircling him like a glove, her tongue swirling around him in a teasing dance. His hips bucked upwards, seeking deeper penetration.

Her hands moved lower pulling him closer as she took more of him into her mouth. She began to bob her head up and down, a well-practiced motion that drove him wild with need. He closed his eyes, lost in the sensation of her mouth on him, her lips and tongue and teeth sending waves of pleasure through his body.

He reached down, running his fingers through her hair, feeling the silken strands slip through his fingers like water. "Oh, God," he moaned, his voice hoarse with desire. "That feels so good." She smiled around his cock, her breath hot against his skin as she continued to work him with her mouth and hands.

And then, just as he thought he could bear it no longer, she slowed her pace, her movements growing more deliberate and controlled. Her hands left his ass to grip his hips, holding him steady as she took him deeper than ever before. He arched his back off the ground, his fingers digging into her hair, his toes curling as he felt the first stirrings of his release.

"I'm close," he gasped. "I'm going to cum." She increased the pressure on his cock, her tongue swirling faster and harder around him as he felt the familiar tightening in his balls. His hips bucked wildly, seeking release, seeking the oblivion that only her mouth could provide.

And then, with a cry that was more a moan than anything else, he came, his hot seed spurting into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, her throat working as she took him deep and held him there, allowing him to empty himself completely.

At last, she pulled away, her lips still wrapped around the tip of him. She licked her lips, tasting him, savoring him. "Was that all right?" she asked, her voice a husky whisper. "Was it good for you?" He lay there, panting heavily, his eyes closed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. "Oh, fuck," he managed to say. "That was amazing."

Y/n hummed and then looked at him at him with a devilish grin and then she lowered her head, her lips parting to reveal her perfect, pink tongue.

The feeling of her mouth engulfing him was unlike. It was as if he were being consumed by a vortex of pleasure, a whirlpool that spun and twisted, sucking him deeper and deeper into the most intense sensations he'd ever known. He couldn't help but let out a whimper, the sound ripping from his throat as his hips bucked involuntarily. His fingers tangled in her hair, urging her on, begging her not to stop. And as she bobbed up and down, her lips sliding up and down his length, he felt himself starting to lose control.

The room seemed to spin, the walls closing in, the air growing hot and thick. His vision blurred, and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He tried to focus on something, anything, to ground himself in the present moment, but all he could see was her: her beautiful face, her lips wrapped around him, her eyes closed in ecstasy. And then, as if a dam had broken, he felt the first wave of release wash over him, followed by another and another in rapid succession. His body convulsed, and he arched his back off the bed, crying out her name as he spilled himself deep into her mouth.

When it was finally over, she lifted her head to look at him, her eyes shining with a mixture of satisfaction and tenderness. He was panting heavily, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. She reached up and gently traced a finger along her lips, collecting the cum on the side of her mouth before bringing it to her mouth and tasting him.

"Good boy" she crooned, the vibration of her voice causing his cock to twitch in appreciation. She leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on his lips, her tongue dancing with his. His body was still shuddering from the aftermath of his orgasm, and he felt like he could feel every inch of her touch as she traced her fingers along his chest, teasing a nipple into a hard peak.

He groaned, arching his back into her touch. "You're going to kill me," he managed to say between ragged breaths. "I can't…I can't take any more of this." She smiled, the expression both wicked and endearing.

She lines him up to her entrance and slips him into her with a groan, her tightness nearly bringing him to his knees. "Fuck," he growls, thrusting forward, feeling her walls squeeze him, her muscles flexing around him. "You feel so good."

She lifts her hips to meet his thrusts, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him on as she arches her back, offering him deeper access. The sounds of their passion fill the room, mingling with the rhythmic slapping of their skin. His cock feels impossibly large inside her, stretching her in a way that only she can, and he knows he's close.

His thrusts are hard and fast now, his hips slamming into her with a force that leaves them both breathless. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, her nipples hard and peaked, and she arches her back, moaning his name as she feels the familiar tightening in her core. "Oh, God, yes," she gasps, her body tensing as the pleasure builds inside her.

He groans, his muscles tensing as he feels the familiar tightness of his own orgasm building. He looks down at her, at the way her face is contorted in a mask of ecstasy, and knows he can't hold back any longer. With one final thrust, he releases himself deep inside her, his body shuddering with the force of his climax. Her walls clench around him, milking every last drop of his seed as her own pleasure crests and breaks, washing over them in a wave of shared ecstasy.

She looks up at him, her eyes shining with desire, and smiles. "I think we've found out just how interested we are," she says, her voice a husky whisper. "Now what do we do about that?"

@maliaaaa I got you babes <3

I mighttttt start doing a tag list

#fypシ #writers on tumblr #idk #idk what else to tag #writing prompt #y/n #help #send help #short story #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan smut #luke #luke castellan fluff #pjo #percy jackson

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lovl3igh · 3 months

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yes, you are 🤭

#like mother like son #idk the flashbacks broke me #and the episode was too short #30 minutes is a joke #percy jackson spoilers #percy jackon and the olympians #percy series #percy jackson #pjo spoilers #pjo #sally jackson #pjo tv show

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marvelousrants · 11 months

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So I've recently started reading The trials of Apollo series (I'm still on the first book and barely into it) and the idea of just no one believing Lester when he says he is Apollo throughout the whole series, thinking he might have been hit on the head a bit to hard or is slightly delusional and Meg just kind of indulges him most of the time (and probably one of the first characters to realize oh fuck he is actually generally Apollo) until another god shows up like "what's up Apollo" and everyone collectivly loses their minds.

Honestly I don't know how the inner machinations of my mind works like 99% of the time.

#percy jackson #pjo #lester papadopoulos #toa apollo #toa #the trials of apollo #fanfic ideas #idk man #my mind is a mystery #short ramble #meg mccaffrey

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thaliasthunder · 1 year

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do u guys think percy likes soccer

#do u think he's one of those fifas that are so fucking annoying about it all the time #or that he only cares about it when the World Cup comes #or literally never gives a shit about it #i personally dont think he's bad at it but neither hella good #i think he's regular at playing #fútbol #soccer #percy jackson #riordanverse headcanons #i actually think none of the argo would be particularly good at soccer like 😭#but idk i feel like piper would be surprisingly good #nico only enjoys watching #bc men in shorts #i think its canon Will is a jock so he would actually be great #and kinda likes it but he aint annoying about it #pjo #hoo #piper mclean #leo valdez #jason grace #nico di angelo #will solace #frank zhang #hazel levesque #edit: GOD I FORGOT PLAYING FÚTBOL IN SCHOOLS IS NOT AS COMMON IN USA AS IN LATAM #this post was my inner latina showing

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trees-to-meet-you · 3 months

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Btw I’m actually a little behind on the pjo series so I’m only on like. Episode 5. But I’m getting to the end of it and I just wanna say I love Annabeth so much I love her and I love Leah Sava Jeffries they’re both incredible

#chatter #pjo tv show #pjo series #annabeth chase #riordanverse #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #leah sava jeffries #shes an adorable little girl and a pretty great actress!!#it’s just like. like wow. look at her go! look at her grow!!#kinda spoilers here so look away if you don’t want them but like. it’s only episode five. it’s the very first adventure they have together #we all know how annabeth and percy and grover grow throughout the whole series and everything but this is still the very first one.#the start of all their adventures and all their changes and all their growing #and it’s like. maybe more towards the middle of the quest now? i can’t remember fully #but they’ve only known each other such a short while and already he’s inspiring her #and shes outright saying it!! outright shes saying that his belief in fairness and belief in thinking they can and should be better #has made her realize the same!! that families shouldn’t treat each other so terribly! that parents shouldn’t be neglectful!#that the prices they’re forced to pay shouldn’t exist at all!!#idk how to word it really. but i love how even if percy is a pessimist. even if he’s cynical. it’s because he knows things SHOULD be better #and how he’s able to make everyone around him see how much better it can be too #and annabeth. who was one of athenas favorites. who ran away at such a little age that the way these things are is #the only thing shes ever really known. is able to hear what he says and realize he’s right. is able to say no. no more i agree with him.#like. shes sorta the golden child in a way because she gets attention and her little hat and everything.#shes one of the favorites. and shes willing to give it all away!! shes willing to say no!!#shes willing to give up that favored status for saying that it should be the standard! the bare minimum!#anyway. im sleepy and i wanted to say annabeth chase is such an amazing character. i love her.

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ignatius-pennyfeather-ix · 8 months

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since ofmd season is coming up here’s a little edit that i’ve never posted on here :)

#idk man first and only time i’ve done an edit #but i love it #made on imovie lmaoa #sorry if it’s bad quality #i actually originally posted this on insta & if you knew me there…ur a real one #lollll #but yeah everyone would always talk abt how never love an anchor was the perfect song for the show #but i never saw any edits so i had just decided to make one #i honestly was originally gonna do it from stede’s percy #but this was more fun for me #esp bc it kind of deviates from how it actually happens #so i can kind of tell that story #it could also be interpreted as how ed views it in retrospect #bc when you think of it yeah stede was the one who left #but ed rlly blamed himself so i that’s kind of what this edit it reflecting #(i’m pretending this is a short film and i’m being interviewed by a magazine.)#(also hi if you’re actually reading this 😭😭😭)#ofmd #our flag means death #our flag means gay #ofmd edit #ofmd ed teach #edward teach #edward teach born on a beach #ofmd blackbeard #ofmd s2 #ed x stede #gentlebeard #ofmd stede #stede bonnet

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nico-di-angelic · 3 months

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Hating this sanitization of Percy’s character lmao like he gets expelled/not allowed into this school because he drew a picture of a Pegasus? And climbed up onto the roof? Like I’m sorry but my Percy explodes school buses and gets into fights with other kids…. strangles snakes with his bare hands, steals police cars….. I get that it’s disney so maybe they don’t wanna show all that but. come on. A drawing of a fucking horse?

#there’s so much more they could’ve done to show the concern for his mental stability #even other scenes in the show show it better #like at the beginning when he told Sally he feels like his brain is broken #that shit broke my heart #again I guess it’s due to time constraints #they can’t show it all in these few short episodes #but it just makes no sense to me why the school counselors were so concerned idk #pjo #pjo disney+#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson

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pjoandotherfandoms · 3 months

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after sitting with it, i enjoyed last episode as a whole but again, and i'm just spitballing here ! maybe just MAYBE the kids can be caught unaware and off guard for once ?? like where is the mystery ????? where is the tension ????? 🙃

#rick i thought you were a writer ???#also rip percy cutting off procrustes' head just for the hell of it <\3 #i'm still in mourning #and yes i'm blaming this on a short episode order #idk i think book to tv adaptations will struggle (esp fantasy series !) if we're only getting 8 eps max #this current state of production sucks who do i have to call to do something about it #pjo tv show #pjo #percy jackson

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percabeth4life · 11 months

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my queen, i need one just 1 take where Kronos has his Dad Senses awakened with his Kids,,they probably fully hate it and fight it but he takes one look at them and goes "shit...those are my babies!! ....fuck, Rhea was right, shit!"

Hades was still speaking, a dramatic speech to be sure, one Kronos could respect... Probably... He was having trouble focusing though, because Hades with his fury and determination and Demeter with her anger looked strikingly like younger Rhea's, though Demeter with coloring far more akin to Kronos' own mother when she took a humanoid form.

All he could really think while looking at them was "babies".

His babies.

Oh by his father, Rhea was right. Kronos could not let his children into war! What was he thinking? They were clearly too young and hot headed for that.

And his grandkids- it really gave him a new perspective. No this couldn't be allowed.

"Are you even listening?" Hades snapped.

"Why are you here?" Kronos demanded. "Can't you tell a war is no place for children? And bringing your own children- why do you even have children? You're far too young for that!"

Demeter and Hades abruptly looked very offended. Kronos did not care, they were babies, babies were not meant to have children.

"He's married," Persephone sputtered.

"What!? Far too young for that too!" Kronos could not believe this. They were only a few thousand years old! "No, to your rooms, all of you. We will discuss this later."

"Go fuck yourself?" Hades offered instead.

Kronos recoiled, "language!"

#its short but idk #i think it would be very funny for Kronos to have done tbis whole ass war to off his kuds #for the SECOND TIME #only to like #completely whip around and be like: why are babies fighting? my babies? what are you doing?#everyone is confused #on both sides #percy just wants to know if this means the war is over #life writes #anon asks

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maroon-scarf · 4 months

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season 2? does that mean we get to see guinea pig percy........

#idk if this already confirmed or not but THERE IS A RUMOR THERES GONNA BE SEASON 2 #and does it mean we get to see reyna and hylla cameo #idk idk IDK #theres so much going on in the sea of monsters my brain short-circuit and cant keep up #ITS BEEN YEARS SINCE IVE READ THE BOOK SUE ME #percy jackson #pjo #pjo series #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackon and the olympians

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blorbologist · 1 year

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if you're still doing them: how about some antipathy/sympathy for kynan and cassandra?

36. Antipathy/Sympathy

"This spell attracts or repels creatures of your choice. You target something within range, either a Huge or smaller object or creature or an area that is no larger than a 200-foot cube. Then specify a kind of intelligent creature, such as red dragons, goblins, or vampires. You invest the target with an aura that either attracts or repels the specified creatures for the duration. Choose antipathy or sympathy as the aura's effect."

[This is a really fuckin hard spell to work with yet, so apologies that my muse took me in a bit of a different direction!]

[Set in my Cat’s Cradle AU - and a few months in the future of where the story currently is. So has a couple spoilers for what I have planned there!]

His last stop looks rich as all hells. It’s a relief, a big one, because Kynan can hide from the rain under the eaves without soaking his back and ring the doorbell. And wait. The downpour smothers any sound of approaching footsteps, but he does see the shadow of movement through the fancy frosted glass.

“Hey - er, hi! Special delivery,” says Kynan as soon as the door opens. He forgot to get the pen handy, so he fumbles around for one to offer along with the clipboard. “Sign here.”

Holy shit, she’s cute. And looks exhausted as hell, which makes sense immediately because it’s the end of the term. But also not, because what student would order this much stupidly specific metal. Or maybe she’s an engineer? Engineering majors are always weird.

His arms are getting tired - again, big box full of panels and parts - as she squints at the pen, at him, at the clipboard, at him, at the box.

“I have got to get Percival to double check his address when he orders his gadgets online,” she sighs. “I’m sorry - this was my brother’s work. Could I still -”

“Oh yeah, definitely.”

Probably not, but it’s all pros from where Kynan’s standing. A few more seconds out of the rain, for one. Not needing to carry this box back to the truck. And maybe, just maybe, he can get his head together to say something smart.

“I, uh-”

Kynan jumps, almost drops probably ten pounds of robot guts on his foot, and yelps when something black and - jingling? - definitely jingling zips by, each bound down the steps punctuated by a cheery little bell.

“Rapier!”

Kynan’s halfway down the stairs already. “Rapper? You - sorry, you named your cat Rapper?!”

“Rapier,” she corrects. “Like a fencing sword.”

Okay, sure, that works. His eyes widen as the girl brushes past him and onto the stone pathway leading to her house. “What are you doing?! It’s pouring rain - get a coat on, the kitty can’t get far in this weather.”

She narrows her eyes - only barely, because they’re blown wide with distress. “Only if you saw where she went.”

“Under my - the work truck.”

Kynan steels himself and, while she’s ducking back inside, kneels on the wet driveway concrete to peer between the wheels. And get on his hands, too, because she’s all the way back there, huh?

“Here kitty kitty,” he chitters. Wide yellow eyes stare back at him, quite startled by the situation. Well, yeah, you got us into this mess. “Come on - uh - Rapier? Rapier, come on!”

She does not come on. Though she does chirp, which he thinks is a reassuring sign. Stretching his arm out to try and scratch her chin or scruff her ends up being a bad idea, though - she skitters farther back. Fuck. He can feel the rainwater bleeding through his pants. It’s freezing.

He makes his second embarrassing trill of the day when a heavy weight drops on his back. Turns his head to see the young woman, now securely wrapped in a raincoat. And something thrown over him, too.

“You’re soaked. It’s one of my brother’s that he’s forgotten here one too many times - at least it will keep you dry.”

“Oh.” Kynan realizes he’s still on his hands and knees, with a very fancy if worn coat hanging awkwardly off his back, in front of a very cute girl. In the middle of a storm. “Thank you?”

There’s a painfully awkward pause. “Cassandra. Cass. Pleasure to meet you.” She looks about to hold out her hand for a shake before she grins a bit sheepishly and stuffs it in her pocket.

“I - thank you,” she says. “For helping.”

“Well - I’m Kynan. Leore. Kynan Leore,” he stammers. “And - it’s nothing”

It’s not, actually, nothing.

The fugitive isn’t under the work truck long. She actually leads them on quite the chase until she actually runs into something that gets her to turn around.

Kynan has just a second to cow in triumph, cat bundled in his soaked coat (he stripped it to put on the dry one when Rapier got under the hedge) before he immediately regrets opening his big stupid mouth.

“Fuck! You - fucking gross! Sorry,” he adds a bit sheepishly, even though Cassandra just looks amused by the sudden outburst. “She reeks - I think from the garbage bins? Fuck.”

Cassandra is cruel enough to laugh. He immediately wants more of it, and if the cat wasn’t so busy struggling to escape he’s pretty sure he’d get a look from the feline.

“Let’s get you both inside,” she says, disturbing an array of mirrors as she skips through puddles. Gone is the exhaustion, just pure relief to have her cat safe, and - wow. With blue that pale, her pupils are obvious, honing in on the teeny fuzzy head.

Rapier makes a really pathetic yowl, though, so. There was no look for him, there. Chill, Leore.

Cassandra opens the door for them both. “Never thought I’d be making this sort of delivery today,” Kynan says as he releases Rapier in the entrance. She takes the time to daintily shake her paws, about as miserably as Kynan feels. “I hope you’ve got towels for her - and you, too. You’ll catch a cold ”

“That’s an old wive’s tale.” Cassandra rolls her eyes. Rapier, sensing trouble, makes a jingling retreat further into the house, leaving a trail of damp pawprints in her wake. “It’s moreso the close proximity from staying inside to avoid the weather. It makes sharing colds easier.”

“Oh. That’s cool.” Kynan makes a face as he shucks that wonderfully warm coat. He’ll remember it fondly. And this whole evening, really, even if he’s sure he’s getting a cold out of it, no matter what Cassandra says. “Well. I’m glad I could help! And, uh, I hope your brother gets the package safe, and that -”

Something in Cassandra’s look stops him.

“How long of a drive do you have? Until you’ll be home and have a change of clothes?”

Kynan frowns. “I mean? Between getting back to work, clocking out, and the traffic this time of day? … Probably an hour.”

She hums, glancing away. Her hair is only faintly damp, on account of the hood she’d had up. Dark brown, with streaks of - blond? Or white? It’s really pretty.

“... Percy hasn’t been by in months,” she says, almost to herself. “I told him I’d get rid of his things if he didn’t -” There’s a very decided nod that makes Kynan stand a little straighter. “Right. You - Kynan? Mind staying there? I’ll get you a change of clothes. I think you’re roughly of height. And then I’m treating you to tea. For catching my little lady.”

He blanches. The coat alone, even a bit tattered, is probably a few day’s pay. Just loaning it to hunt for a cat in the rain felt decadent. “I - no, really, it’s fine -”

“It’s really not.”

“How about - what - dry up the kitty first?” he tries. “And I’ll throw my coat over a heater and leave when it’s dry. Fair?”

Cassandra sniffs through her nose. From anyone else - from someone else in particular - he’d call it disdainful, but it’s… actually really cute? And it feels affectionate.

“Fair,” she agrees, swiping a towel from a nearby bathroom. He helpfully points out where Rapier’s pawprints lead as he works to unlace his running shoes (fuck he feels super poor, extra poor, wearing old no-name sneakers on this fancy tile).

And then his phone rings.

“Oh - sorry. My boss. Gotta -” Kynan clears his throat. Cassandra actually smiles - really smiles! - and waves a go-ahead, padding off in pursuit of her cat.

“Hi! Sorry, sorry - something came up. A cat got out, and given it’s the end of my shift I figured -” he shuts up. Listens. Nods, dutifully, even if she can’t see it. Hears the scuffling of towel. “Yes. I understand, it’s very - very unprofessional. I know, but - yes, Ripley ma’am. It won’t happen again. Promptly - yeah. Goodbye.”

“Sorry,” he’s been repeating that a lot, lately, but it feels a lot better saying it to Cassandra. “She’s a real - er - hardass? About efficiency, and all -”

“Get out.”

Until it doesn’t.

“Sorry?” squeaks Kynan.

She’s looking at him like - not like he’s beneath her, the way rich folk do. It’s worse, it’s the look his old man has when he’s fucked up, and pissed him off, and offended him. Even worse - it can always get worse - he sees the face in the mirror, bruised and scared that this’ll be it.

“Get off my property,” Cassandra snarls, clutching the cat to her chest. It looks just as confused as he feels. “Leave, now, before I call the cops.”

… That last bit shook too much to be a real threat, but he’d not want to turn it into one. Kynan bites his tongue and gets out of there as soon as he can, hears the lock and deadbolt behind him. The rain hasn’t let up. He can’t stop and think, either, because she’s scared and angry and he doubts Ripley would back him up if he loitered. So it’s on autopilot that he gets the keys into the ignition and drives away, Google Maps reminding him cheerfully of the most efficient route back to work.

What did he do?

#the antipathy is 'get off my property ffs' and the cat avoiding them? I guess? idk this idea just HIT ME out of the blue while struggling -#w this prompt. so!! letsgo!#Whenever I write Cass assume I'm writing her ace and maybe on the aro spectrum.#critical role #campaign 1 #cr fanfic #critical role fanfiction #kyssandra #cassandra de rolo #kynan leore #did Percy order parts from a company Ripley operates? Did she send him stuff as a threat? do EITHER of them know about this? who knows!#this was supposed be a short thing and its the LONGEST of these yet AND is somehow expanding my Cat's Cradle AU to have More drama! FUCK #critical role au #my writing #cat's cradle au #spell ask game

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glittervame · 4 months

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𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓸 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝔂𝓮𝓼

Y/n sits on his lap a blade hanging over his chest, "If I can't have you, no one can" she lifts her hand up slamming it back down before she freezes, "Ah, so you do feel something for me, and people say my charm is fake" Luke Castellan's voice rings out through the room ans he grins from below her.

Y/n looked at him with a mixture of confusion and anger, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to figure out what was going on. Luke's grin only seemed to infuriate her further. "What are you talking about?" she managed to choppy out between breaths.

He leaned in closer, his breath tickling her ear as he whispered, "Oh, come now, darling. You can't tell me you haven't felt a thing when we're like this. The way you tensed up when I touched you earlier, the way you arched into my hand…" His voice trailed off, leaving her feeling more and more exposed and vulnerable.

Y/n felt her cheeks flush as she tried to deny it, but she couldn't help the way her body responded to him. She glanced away, looking anywhere but at his face, unwilling to admit the truth even to herself. "You're just trying to distract me," she managed to say, her voice shaking slightly.

Luke chuckled, his breath tickling her neck. "Maybe I am, but it seems to be working quite well, doesn't it?" He slid his hand up her thigh, his fingers curling possessively around her hip. "Tell me, Y/n. Does it feel good when I touch you like this?"

She swallowed hard, her heart racing as his touch sent a wave of heat through her body. "No," she lied, her voice sounding strangled even to her own ears. But she couldn't help but arch her hips into his touch, wanting more of the forbidden pleasure.

Luke smiled against her neck, his fingers digging deeper into her hip. "Oh, Y/n," he breathed, his voice low and husky. "I think you're lying." He slid his other hand up her side, cupping her breast over her shirt. His touch was featherlight, but it sent a bolt of desire straight to her core.

She tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong. Her breath came in ragged gasps as he continued to toy with her, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. "Let go," she managed to choke out, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

Luke chuckled darkly, his lips moving against her skin. "Oh, Y/n. You know you don't mean that." He pinched her nipple through her shirt, hard enough to make her cry out. "You want this. You want me." His hand slid down between their bodies, pressing against her core. "Tell me the truth."

She arched her back, unable to deny the pleasure coursing through her veins. "I-I want you to stop," she managed to stammer, her voice shaking. But as his fingers dipped lower, finding the wetness she'd been trying so desperately to ignore, she couldn't help but moan. His touch was so expert, so skilled, that it felt like she'd been waiting for this for forever.

Luke smirked against her skin, his fingers moving in a rhythm that sent shivers down her spine. "Oh, sweetheart," he breathed, his voice low and husky. "I think you're enjoying this a little too much." He slid his hand higher, circling her clit before pushing two fingers inside her.

Y/n cried out, arching her back as the pleasure consumed her. She couldn't believe how good it felt, how much she needed this. His touch was so confident, so knowing, and it was driving her wild. Her hips moved of their own accord, meeting his thrusts, wanting more. "Luke," she moaned, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

He chuckled darkly, his fingers moving faster inside her. "That's it, darling. Give in to it. Let go." His other hand left her breast to slide down her stomach, cupping her mound. He teased her, circling her clit with his thumb as his fingers continued to stroke her inside. Y/n arched her back, moaning his name as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

"Oh, Luke," she gasped, her body trembling. "I'm going to…" Her words trailed off as the orgasm crashed over her, shattering her into a thousand pieces. Her body convulsed around his fingers, her cries filling the room as he continued to stroke her, milking every last drop of pleasure from her.

He held her close, his lips finding her neck once more as she clung to him, her nails digging into his back. She could feel the aftershocks of the orgasm radiating through her, leaving her breathless and weak. "That's it," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "That's my good girl"

She buried her face in his chest, unable to meet his gaze. The intensity of the feelings she had for him were overwhelming, and she couldn't believe she'd allowed this to happen. But as he continued to stroke her gently, soothingly, she couldn't deny the sense of peace and contentment that washed over her.

"You know," Luke murmured, his lips trailing down her neck, "you could let me take care of you like this, you know. Let me be your lover." His fingers moved faster inside her, sending another wave of pleasure washing through her. "We could have this…whatever this is…whenever you want it."

Y/n's heart thudded in her chest, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She wanted to say yes, to have him as her lover, but the words caught in her throat. She wasn't sure if it was because she was afraid of the complications that would come with it, or if she was simply too embarrassed to admit that she wanted more.

Luke's fingers continued to move inside her, his touch sending delicious shivers through her body. She couldn't deny the desire that still burned between them, the need for him that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment. "All you have to do is say yes" he murmurs in her ear.

She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to calm the racing of her heart. His words, his touch, his presence…it's all too much. But what scares her the most is not the idea of giving in to this desire, but rather the thought of what will happen afterward. They can't keep this a secret forever. The consequences could be dire.

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