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gurumakakari · 1 year
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Gotta say, the idea of a DM using the 20-sided die to hypnotize the whole party is an incredibly intriguing concept...
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murdrdocs · 2 months
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FOOLISH LOVERS. luke castellan
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description. luke castellan has betrayed camp half blood. luke castellan has made an enemy out of those around you. and unfortunately, luke castellan has always held a place in your heart that you can't close off. at least, not until you meet with him one final time.
includes. SMUT 18+, fem!reader, daughter of hypnos reader, oral (f and m receiving), brief anal rimming (f receiving), implied p n v, dreamscape sex again, angst galore, some arguing, references to pjo ep 8. inspo from wicked game by chris isaak
wc: 5.8k+
a/n: a dreamcatcher: daughter of the god of dreams installment.
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Before you can realize the change, you’re standing on a hill. 
It takes you a second to notice, but the area is much like your dreamscape. Low, waving blades of grass that travel through the air with the wind brushing against your bare ankles. The ocean is loud and to your right, down beneath a steep cliff. From just a quick glance, you see a storm brewing off into the distance. The water swirls angrily as if it’s ready to disrupt anything that dares to come into its path. 
You can’t help but think about the betrayed son of the sea god back in reality who surely feels the same. 
When you take your eyes away from the entrancing scenery of the ocean, you notice a cabin directly in front of you. It’s small, and made from long wooden logs, although there isn’t a forest nearby to identify the source of the frame. The exterior is slightly shabby, appearing manmade with a few imperfections. 
It’s not on a comparable scale to the cabins back at Camp Half-Blood, but something about it feels cozy. It gives implications of a simpler life. Maybe what summer camp could have been if you weren’t the offspring of a god. 
That and the clouds rumbling with warnings of an approaching storm is what encourages you to seek refuge in the four walls. 
Step by step, you don’t fail to notice how a focus subject has yet to appear. 
Your hand wraps around the doorknob and you push the slab of wood open as you wonder who’s dream you could have been pulled into tonight. 
You haven’t even stepped foot over the threshold, you have started to convince yourself that this is the dream of the son of the sea god, and then someone speaks. 
“Hey.” 
You stop. 
Your foot hovers for a second before you place it back beside the other. 
That voice. You hadn’t heard it for months now, but you know it. Day after day, you lay at night with your eyes closed, cementing the memory of the way he spoke and how he sounded as he laughed at your jokes into your mind. Forcing yourself to recall the inflections in his tone as he teased you, and how his words flattened out and got hard when he gave orders to yourself and others. And then, completely involuntarily, you would force yourself to pick through every single intonation and word that you could remember, attempting to find signs. Any hints or clues that Luke Castellan wasn’t the person he made himself out to be. 
Each night, you grapple with the fact that you couldn’t find any clues. You tried to reconcile with your blindness, all while telling yourself that you could have attempted to prevent it all. 
But hearing his voice now, none of that returns. Unexpectedly, your body floods with warmth. 
Luke sits on a small loveseat. The shape of it is a bit of a blur at first, but you blink and it cleans up to present a busy patterned textile couch. It’s well loved, there are a few tears in the bottom of the fabric at the back, and if you’re smelling it correctly, there’s a slight waft of cigarette smoke. 
Strangely enough, it’s inviting. 
You hate to admit it to yourself, but the boy sitting at one end of it makes it even more inviting. 
You step into the cabin and close the door behind you. 
“Hey, Luke.” 
He turns around to face you at the sound of your voice. You sound stronger than you expected. More casual, too. 
You realize that he’d been looking out a large set of windows before facing you. There’s only two but they take up most of the small wall. Outside is a perfect view of the land you’d just come from; bright green grass in the foreground and deep blue salt water off into the distance. 
Luke stares at you. 
The cabin is a little dark—there’s a lamp in the far corner that illuminates the room, washing out the otherwise blue light from outside—but you think his eyes are shining. As if there’s unshed tears barely held within them.
He smiles at you. It’s soft and almost mournful. 
You should leave. 
You shouldn’t be fraternizing with Luke at all, even if it is within a dreamscape. You couldn’t trust yourself in a room with him, especially with the things the two of you used to do when you were in dreamscapes alone. 
Just looking at him reminds you of all of those times. Sweat sticking his hair to his forehead. The feeling of his muscles beneath your inquisitive hands. The deep and smooth sound of his voice. The way everything felt so real and so tangible as he rocked into you, and then as euphoria swept over your bodies you felt so infinite and surreal. 
Your teeth find your lower lip. Your body urges you to get closer to Luke. Stubbornly, you stay in your spot. 
“What d’you think?” He lifts a finger and circles it around in the air. Your eyes lift and you finally take in the rest of the cabin. 
The main room is spacious, but comfortable. Lightly furnished with hardwood floors. Though almost every surface is covered in some sort of rug, most of them persian. There’s a small kitchen to your left, and then the living area that Luke sits in on the right. There’s a few bookshelves but there aren’t many books on them, and there’s a fireplace that looks to have never been used before. A few picture frames sit on the mantle of the fireplace, but from afar they just appear to be showcasing blobs of people without any distinctive features to identify an identity. 
Admittedly, for this to be the created dreamscape of the son of a messenger, it’s impressive. 
You tell him as such. 
This time, Luke’s smile is appreciative. 
“Means a lot coming from you. Especially with the things you can create.” 
Your skin heats up and you block the memories out of your head before they can firmly cement themselves once more. 
“You might have me beat, Castellan. Giving me a run for my money.” 
You don’t know why you decide to fall into the old routine with him. Maybe it’s because you can’t push Luke away for the life of you. He was once your friend and so much more at the same time. It’s impossible for you to completely forget the times you shared together. 
Maybe it’s the home making you feel this way. 
How comfortable it feels. How protective it is. 
You’ve spent weeks pulled into unfortunate dreams. Nightmares have plagued even the toughest minds of Camp Half Blood as of late, and you’ve been unable to fortify your own mind enough to prevent slipping into the mind of others. Which has left you to fight against unbeatable monsters, fortify the barriers of Camp only to have them knocked down by Zeus over and over again, watch those you love die in horrible battles, and much much more. 
In comparison, there is the possibility of a simple conversation with Luke Castellan giving you what you’d been desperately missing even if you wouldn’t admit it to yourself: Luke’s company. 
It’s how you reason with yourself whenever you take a seat atop the cushion of the couch. Instantly, it feels as if you’ve never truly known comfort before. This couch conforms to the curves of your body. You lean back against it, pull your feet up with you, and you quickly decide to stay a little while longer. 
Up close, Luke looks even prettier than you remember. Dark curly hair a little more grown out, unruly and hanging over his forehead like low hanging fruit, begging for you to latch onto it. His face looks a little slimmer as if he’s lost weight, and the angular planes of his cheekbones and jawline accentuates the dark shadow he has along his chin. The mark of facial hair that was previously present. Beneath his clothes—a faded black, almost gray hoodie, and black sweatpants—he appears larger. His shoulders wider, his neck thicker, his wrist and hands veiner. 
(Compared to his covered body, you feel bare in nothing but long socks, and a matching shorts and tank top set.)
He looks virtually the same, but his aura is different. There’s more confidence in him, a larger ego, glory even, that wasn’t there the last time you’d seen him. You know what has caused the change, and it should be something you despise. But his new glory makes him more attractive. It dries out your tongue and lodges something in your throat, pushing it further down until it sits heavy in your stomach. 
“Thought this could be our new spot.” Luke speaks softly, almost in a scared whisper, as if he fears that you’ll reject him. 
(You don’t know if you could ever reject Luke)
Your eyebrows furrow. “Our spot?” Confusion drips off of your words. 
Luke nods once. He licks over his lips and you’re quick to peel your eyes away from the sight and back to his eyes. That’s not helping you much either so you instead try to figure out what books are on the shelves afar. 
Since the little amount of time that has passed, there have been a few more added. From the ones that have already been there, the titles are too far away, too dream disoriented, and your dyslexia hasn’t escaped this dream, but you think you find novels on Seeing. Guides on how to decipher the visions that come to humans, or how to channel them. 
You focus back on Luke. 
“Yeah. Like the old bedroom. But a little more …” he hesitates to find the word then lands on, “Casual.” 
The bedroom. 
Your lower stomach stirs at the mention of it. The large bed, how warm it always was in there, the cold leather of the couch, the things the two of you did to each other on all surfaces. 
This spot is definitely a lot more casual. You’re not instantly compelled to straddle Luke here, although you do have a few thoughts about throwing your legs over his right now and reconnecting in ways you’ve missed since he left. 
So badly do you want to agree. This could be the one place where you get to experience what you’ve been missing without anyone else knowing. This is the only place where you can see Luke without anyone else knowing. 
But it’s wrong. 
He’s the cause of all of this. He’s caused the nightmares you’ve been pulled into. He has betrayed everyone on levels you could have never imagined. And who’s to say that he won’t betray you again. 
“We won’t need a ‘spot’, Luke.” Briefly, his eyes flash as if he’s hurt but in your eyes, Luke has proven himself to be a formidable actor as of late so you ignore it. “This is a one time thing.” 
A moment passes. And then another. 
You turn to watch the sea out in the distance. It appears as if the ocean has lulled for the time being. The sky is still dark, but it has yet to deepen in color. 
Luke takes a breath and you give him your attention again. 
“Why won’t you join me?” 
His eyes flash betrayal, his lips twist into something sorrowful. 
Your answer comes easy. The same one you’ve told yourself over and over again, night by night when you considered reaching out to him. 
“Because it’s not right, Luke.”
When he stands, his newfound power becomes even more clear. It leaks from his pores, spews from his mouth with his words. 
“How could it be ‘wrong’ when you feel the same. All that time you spent telling me about your father. How neglected you felt. What happened to that?” 
Your head shakes. You stand, too, evening out the field for both of you. 
“This is not what I meant. I–” The words don’t find you. Luke takes notice. 
“You what? Love your father? Love the gods? After how they treat you. How they treat us.” 
“Don’t say ‘us’. We aren’t together, Luke.” 
That same look flashes in his eyes once more. He takes a step forward, you take one back. 
He doesn’t say anything. You watch his hand reach behind his back. 
“What, are you gonna fight me like you did with Percy?” 
His head shakes. His eyes harden. He pulls his hand back and it comes up empty. 
“He attacked first.” 
Your voice starts to rise. “And you tried to kill him, Luke. He’s twelve. What don’t you understand about that? ” 
“Twelve and a forbidden child. In the grand scheme of things, his age doesn’t matter. He’s powerful. More powerful than both of us combined.” 
“So is that why you tried to kill him? Because he’s a threat?” 
“I don’t want to have this conversation with you. Not here. Not now.” 
“Yeah? Well then when? And where? Because this is the last time you’ll be seeing me, Luke.” 
“Okay.” 
Your eyebrows raise. Disbelief paints over your features. You’d expected more of a fight. For Luke to disagree or attempt to convince you to return to him a few more times after this. Maybe that’s what you wanted. Maybe you wanted him to convince you that you needed him. Maybe you wanted to hear him tell you that he needed you. 
Either way, your reply is the same as his. 
“Okay.” You turn and take the few steps it takes to get to the door. 
Your chest heaves with large gulps of air in and small breaths of letting them out. Your body is buzzing, the same feeling you would get before sparring with Luke. The same feeling you would get before your bodies joined together. 
You tell yourself to reach out for the door handle. You tell yourself to lift your arm, connect your hand with the metal, and pull it open. You tell yourself to return to your own dreamscape, maybe even reality, and forget any of this ever happened. 
Maybe you would’ve done it if Luke hadn’t spoken. 
“You can walk out that door but that won’t change how you truly feel.” 
He doesn’t add on. You don’t move. 
“And how do I feel?” 
The adrenaline is overwhelming you. You need to expel it out of your body somehow. 
As Luke is speaking, you’re already approaching him. 
“I’m sure I don’t need to answer that for you.”
When he speaks, it’s with arrogance. His confidence is heavily laced in his words, overflowing until it drips out into the air and lodges in your chest. Running through your body and down to your fingertips. It annoys you, makes you want to battle it out with him in a fight you’re sure to lose. 
Your feet thud against the floor with each step until you’re close enough to cup his cheeks in both of your hands and pull his face down to yours. 
There’s no hesitation in the kiss from either side. As if both of you were expecting it to happen eventually. 
Luke kisses you back vehemently, his lips messily sliding against yours as he presses into the center of your back, accentuating the curve and drawing your chest into his. His free hand glides down your side to your hips. He circles to your back, dragging his palm down to rest over the curve of your ass. He grips the flesh through the soft fabric of your shorts, digging his blunt nails in before continuing his hand—open palmed—down to grip the back of your thigh. 
His other hand mirrors his previous actions until he has a hand on either thigh. He tugs once, and you collaborate to wrap your legs around his waist and hook your ankles behind his back. Your hands dig into his hair, and your core tightens as you prepare to continue holding yourself up. But Luke takes most of the load. 
He places his hands on your bottom to keep you lifted. You expect him to walk you back to the couch, or maybe pin you to a wall. But he doesn’t. 
He holds you against him in the center of the living room, kissing you like he’ll never get to kiss you again. You don’t fail to realize how he likely won’t. 
His tongue slides against yours, your teeth knock together at least twice, both of you refuse to pull away to breathe which results in heavy exhales through your noses against the skin of the other cheek. 
While it may be uncoordinated, it’s not primal. 
There’s copious amounts of longing beneath each pass of your tongues against each other. There’s human emotion behind the way you tug on his hair and how he uses one hand to pull your hips closer to him. There’s raw longing in the soft sighs and gasps you both let out into the other’s mouth, taking it in and replicating the noises over and over again. 
When you finally do part, it’s with a wet, pronounced smack. 
“Luke,” you gasp his name before you can realize it’s happening. One of your hands moves from his hair to hold his cheek. Your fingers spread around his ear and your thumb probes into his jaw. 
He hums, his eyes still shut. 
“I want you,” you admit. 
You watch the smile spread across his lips, his eyes flickering open to look into your soul. 
“Took you long enough to admit it.” 
You suck your teeth and roll your eyes. Your other hand, previously resting on his shoulder, slaps his bicep. 
“Don’t be an asshole about it.” 
He laughs as he apologizes, knocking his forehead against yours. “Sorry, pretty girl.” 
He takes a moment.
When he speaks, his eyes are nothing but earnest. His words are slow and careful, despite how simple they are. They fill your chest with warmth. They comfort you, possibly in slight delusion as you instantly believe him without caring about what repercussions his promise could come with. 
“You have me. Always have. Always will.” 
You’re quick to surge forward. 
Luke is quick to reciprocate. 
This time, he walks you back to the couch. He settles you on it carefully, not lifting his hands from your bottom until you’re seated securely along the loveseat and pulled to the edge by his hands hooked under your knees. 
His own knees dig into the rug beneath the furniture. His head is tipped up to continue kissing you, this one lacking the over enthusiasm from before. Now, he takes his time, having confessed his desire to be with you as long as you’ll let him. 
It’s not long until he pulls away and trails his lips down, kissing along your decollete, not stopping when he comes in contact with the fabric of your small shirt. He presses his lips into the fabric firmly, as if he’s trying to reach your skin beneath the layer.
You feel the pressure he has beneath each kiss as he trails down, and you arch into his touch, excitement spreading through your lower half whenever Luke digs his fingers into the elastic of your shorts and pulls them off of your legs before he even reaches there. 
You’re quick to leave your legs open, even going as far as to spread them a little more to give Luke more room. 
His wide shoulders fill the space. They nudge against your knees and instead of letting you spread your legs even more, he throws them over his shoulders, effectively caging himself in with your limbs. 
If the small smile on his face is anything to go by, he’s happy about his position. 
You’re still wearing your panties. Your hands trail down to get rid of them, but Luke stops you with a hand on your lower abdomen. 
“Let me,” he tells you, voice soft and light. 
You remove your hands and do as told. It’s a simple system you have worked out, Luke slowly but surely working his way down to where you want him. He's eager, and you know he wants himself there as much as you do. 
It’s strange what desire could make you do. 
You’ve never been anything but loyal to Camp Half-Blood. To both of your parents. And in normal circumstances, you wouldn’t allow yourself to do this.
 But you’ll simply have a final time with Luke. That’s it. Sharing your body with him, and having his body shared with you, won’t make you forget his transgressions. 
As your panties are pulled off of your legs, and your skin is once again placed above the thick fabric on the shoulders of his sweatshirt, you tell yourself that this won’t change anything. 
You’ll never be able to forget what he has done. What he’s planning to do. 
Except, perhaps, you can push it aside for as long as you’ll have to while you let yourself get lost in his touch. 
The first pass of his tongue is a long stripe between your folds. He spreads you open with his thumbs, pulling at the skin on either side to expose your center. Then he flattens his tongue and licks up from your entrance to your clit. 
He puckers his lips, sucking twice before flicking his tongue against the bud. 
Your hands card through his hair, ignoring the way your fingers get stuck on a few stubborn curls that refuse to separate in favor of grounding yourself. It feels too good, and you haven’t been in this position for too long. There’s nothing you fear more right now than getting too lost and waking up in the real world before you’re even satisfied. 
Luke brings his attention back down to your entrance where he laps up what you’ve been leaking. He groans, peeling his mouth away and you stare down at him, entranced by how grateful he looks. 
Eyes closed, face completely relaxed, his scar laid flat against his cheek, his pink lips parted and glistening. 
He looks ethereal. The sight is addicting. 
“Missed this so much,” he admits, tongue flickering out to lick the remnants of your arousal off of his lips. 
You feel the same, but you refuse to tell him that. Instead, you scrape your nails at his scalp lightly and shuffle your hips, hoping that alone is enough to capture Luke’s attention again. 
Either he catches the memo or he had the same idea as you because his lips are right back between your legs.
You’d expected him to behave like a man starved, licking and sucking your cunt like you would disappear any moment. Instead, he takes his time with you. He utilizes the best part about being in a dreamscape: the lack of concrete time. 
He savors the taste of your cunt, and the little sounds you make. His fingers press into the tops of your thighs as he holds them down against his shoulders to prevent you from squirming. His nose nudges against your clit and digs into the short hair you have on your mound. 
He presses his tongue everywhere that he can, sometimes even sliding further down to rim areas still unexplored. Each time, you would tense up just a little less, until eventually you were trying to subtly urge his head further down for him to do it just one more time. 
And when he does, that’s when the coil in your lower belly gets as tight as it could get, just before snapping from the tension. You would have warned him. Or, maybe you did. You were so focused on getting there that any words that came out of your mouth weren’t even considered. You weren’t aware of anything other than your mouth moving at the same speed as your hips as you dragged your cunt against Luke’s face, using him to guide your orgasm to full completion. 
As soon as your hips stop twitching you swing your legs off of his shoulders and slide to the floor beside him. You pull your shirt off, then do the same for Luke, throwing both of your tops off to the side. 
Unsurprisingly, he’s not wearing another layer beneath the sweatshirt, allowing you to run your palms down his chest, feeling the familiar definition along his abdomen. 
You sit in front of him with your legs folded underneath you, and since he’s on his haunches, he towers over you just a bit. You have to tilt your head up to kiss at his jaw and neck, your hands busying themselves with urging his sweatpants off of his hips. 
Luke does the rest of the job for you, hesitantly pulling away from your touch to stand and slide his sweatpants off of his legs himself. You’re left on the ground, hands politely resting in your lap while you stare up at Luke with wide eyes. 
He slowly reveals more and more of his legs until he’s wearing nothing but his briefs. They hug him well, like they always have. A prominent outline of the muscle definition in his thighs, elastic waistband hanging low enough on his hips for you to see the ‘V’ that connects his hips and abdomen. And of course, the tight material reveals the prominent boner confined within the crotch of his briefs. 
You want to reach up and palm him. You want to pull the final layer off of him. You want to take his cock into your mouth and relax with the heavy and warm feeling of him against your tongue. 
But you decide to be patient. And it’s worth it. 
Luke slides his briefs off himself, never breaking eye contact with you as he throws them to join the rest of your clothing. His stare is strong and heavy as he spits into his hand and puts his dick into the same place, wrapping his palm around the center of it and stroking a few times. 
There’s the prettiest, most picturesque bead of precum at the tip and you’re practically salivating just looking at it, praying deep down that Luke doesn’t run his hand over it so you can have it for yourself. 
As if sensing your inner turmoil, Luke takes a step closer, holding the base of his cock right in front of your face, allowing you to get the perfect view of how his tip is a light pink around the almost clear drop of precum. 
“You want?” he asks you simply, smiling a bit when you nod eagerly. “Then open.” 
You’re quick to do as told, lacking any shame whenever you open your mouth and stick your tongue out. As soon as Luke presses his tip to your muscle, you wrap your lips around him and eagerly suck him clean. 
Another good thing about the dreamscape is that everything either tastes like absolutely nothing, or like pure honey. And when you’re with Luke, things are usually the latter. 
You start to get lost in it, enthusiastically beginning to suck Luke off even though you were only meant to be getting a taste. 
You can see that Luke is close to commenting on it. His eyes shine like they do before he has something to say, but just when his lips part and he takes a breath to speak, you hollow your cheeks and sink as far down him as you can and any words he could have conjured up are suddenly gone. 
He lets you do what you want, eyes fluttering shut and one large hand cupping the back of your head as you continue to suck him off. He lets out the smallest noises, pretty grunts and groans and sighs. 
Luke was clearly just as wound up as you were. Within a couple of minutes he’s already starting to spew out praises like he does when he’s close. Some of them are fragments, broken words strung together in incomplete sentences. 
“So … doing so .. you’re–” when you swirl your tongue at the tip and tease his balls just a bit. 
“Gods, you’re so good at this,” when you jerk the majority of his dick with one hand and focus your mouth on his tip with the other. 
“Close. So close. Almost there, dove” when you take all of him into your mouth once more, throat molding around the definite shape of him. 
And when he cums down your throat, you’re so satisfied that you can’t help but moan unabashedly along with him. 
You’ve only just swallowed his cum before his cock is pulled out of your mouth and he’s back on his knees in front of you. 
His arms wrap around your waist, he pulls you into his lap, laying his head on your chest and just letting himself be. 
Just existing. 
After a couple of minutes, you stop expecting him to speak and decide to just exist too. Your breathing eventually matches up, in and out, in and out, over and over again in tandem. Outside, rain starts to thud against the roof of the small home. Distantly, there’s the faint sound of thunder, and you’re sure the ocean is swirling angrily. 
None of that matters, though. You’ll be left to decipher the metaphorical meanings of it all later, when you aren’t coexisting in the shared warmth from you and Luke. 
When he isn’t kissing the tops of your breasts and holding you securely in his arms. 
Eventually, Luke does break the silence. His voice is low when he does, both in volume and tone. 
“Can I have you? Just one final time?” 
He talks into your skin without looking directly at you. But as you start to respond, you cup his cheeks and force him to look at you. 
The entire time, you’ve been fighting this battle. Knowing you wanted Luke, knowing you wanted to be with Luke, but also knowing it was wrong. All of it was wrong. 
But right here, right now, you let go. You nod unashamedly. You kiss his forehead then the tip of his nose then his lips, before landing on the bottom end of his scar. 
You tell him, “Yes. Of course, Luke”, as if he didn’t even have to ask in the first place. 
And truthfully, you don’t think he did. 
“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” 
Luke is in the middle of pulling his sweatshirt back over his head when you speak. There’s a second where the fabric is hiding his face, slowly revealing the curls at the top of his head, then his dark eyebrows, and finally his eyes. They look as they have the entire time: despondent. 
“I know you didn’t. Neither did I.” You have a feeling that neither of you are speaking about the same specific thing, but the overlap in your conditions is so wide that you don’t bother correcting him. 
He reaches behind his back once more and when he pulls his hand back around, he has his camp necklace dangling from his fingers. He undoes the knot, and holds it open, waiting, until finally you turn around and let him delicately tie it around your neck. 
Your hand touches the beads. You want to thank him, but it doesn’t feel right. 
Instead, your lips twist into what you hope comes off as a thankful smile when you turn around. When Luke replicates it, you feel a little better. 
There’s a moment, just a brief moment there where you’re both staring at each other and the memory of Luke’s hands and lips and tongue and his everything engrossing you, taking your everything and combining them together, is still fresh on your mind. The warmth of his eyes and the warmth of his camp necklace around your throat heals you. And you consider that your feelings for Luke were stronger than you ever forced yourself to acknowledge. 
He was more than a close friend to you. More than someone you looked up to. More than someone you shared your body with in the dreamscape. 
He was more. 
It feels unfair for you to have these emotions. The wrongness of it all—your feelings for Luke Castellan, how he’d turned out—has rage fueling deep in your gut. With no one else to blame it on, you can’t help but briefly curse the gods. 
For they were the ones to cause this. To instill deep hatred into Luke’s chest. To prevent either of you from ever having a normal life where you could live and breathe and love without the burdens placed upon you both. 
A life where you wouldn’t have to love and lose someone like Luke. 
But there’s nothing for you to do about it now. 
You don’t want to leave. But your time together is up. You should’ve left a long time ago, and your choice to stay before resulted in something you could never take back. 
You turn and walk to the door. And once more, Luke speaking causes you to stop. 
“You are the only one who could make me change my mind.” He says it in a small whisper, as if he doesn’t want to admit it even to himself. As if he shouldn’t be admitting it at all.
‘Are’. His feelings for you still haven’t changed. You don’t know if they ever will. 
Either way, you’re forced to change yours.  
You don’t know what to say. So you don’t say anything. Your hand reaches for the doorknob. You take it in your palm, gripping and turning at the same time until the latch is undone. 
The door opens and fills the room with the sound of rain falling. It’s loud and fills the empty space. Up until Luke speaks and the baritone of his voice joins it. 
“This is it?” 
You nod once. Luke’s scoff sounds painful. It’s bitter with an edge of hatred. Maybe disbelief. 
It makes tears brim at your eyes. Your nose stings. Your throat feels as if it’s constricting with the effort to hold your tears back. 
Luke takes a breath. You step one foot out of the door. 
“Dreamcatcher,” he calls to get your attention, the nickname giving you that fuzzy feeling you used to get from just seeing him around camp. “We’ll be seeing each other again.” 
And then your foot lands on the dry green grass of your own dreamscape. 
Just a few hours later, you rise with the morning sun, sneaking off to the showers before everyone else to get rid of the stickiness between your thighs. 
The dream might not have been real, but the evidence between your legs certainly was. Strangely enough, that and the additional chord of beads around your neck. You only notice it when you’ve undressed and stepped beneath the shower head, scrubbing at your skin and running into additional jewelry you hadn’t expected to have been there. 
You take it off and slip it with the rest of your clothes as a keepsake, carrying it around in your pocket for only you to know about.
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sorry we don't really post a lot of Zelda atm, we have priorities and those priorities are Hades and The Song Of Achilles
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percy will a s/o that’s always sleeping🫶
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BLUE - NOISE
a/n : this is so bad 😭😭😭
pairing : in love!percy jackson x hermes kid!reader
summary : in which percy jackson has his best birthday yet.
!!! : praying for more reqs, this one is so cute, i try my best 😞, maybe the plot was the friends we made along the way, unspecified demigod reader, book percy, ooc camp, i wanted it to be rainy in camp so ITS GOINF TO RAIN 🤬, the curse of never being able to write alot returns, THIS IS SO BAD
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people at camp could’ve sworn there had been a mix up in olympus.
you. an hermes child? what a laugh.
you had to be a kid of hypnos. you slept so much, how couldn’t you? genuinely you couldn’t peel yourself off your bed like ever. everyone in camp knew, you were the person in cabin 11 that won’t get out bed if not needed. alcoholics had alcohol, gamblers had casinos but you… you had something far more worse.
you had the (in your humble opinion) the most comfortable bed in all of camp. sure, it wasn’t a 5 star hotel quality but shit was it good.
and more importantly it was the beds fault that you were oh so tired all the time and you just needed to sleep more than half the day.
everyone else couldn’t care less.. your siblings would just give you a small glance before ignoring you because honestly it was more surprising to see you awake! and trust me when you started dating percy.. did this get worse.
whatever you thought about having the best bed in camp was trampled on and thrown over a cliff edge the moment you laid in percy’s bed.
not only was his bed adorned with comfortable sheets and pillows his cabin was quiet.
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percy didn’t understand however.
how on earth could you sleep when you have the most handsome and amazing boyfriend in all of the whole universe??
he has whined and frowned at you multiple times but you’ve slickly avoided his dramatics by lathering him up with sweet and sappy comments like “im dreaming of you~” that make annabeth and grover cringe at when he goes and boasts to them.
but today,
today you couldn’t avoid the dread of getting out of bed.
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you stood at the foot of his bed holding a plate of waffles, blue ones. it was far too early for you, (it was 8am) but it was percy’s birthday. you weren’t going to neglect your boyfriend because gods you would never hear the end of it. so you decided to go against your force of nature and got up to whip up a batch of waffles for him.
despite it being the midst of summer rain pelted down against the hard exterior of cabin 3. it didn’t rain usually in camp, the rain would usually just pass right by but maybe the gods were arguing again and the storm was especially hard this day.
sluggishly you drag your feet to stand beside the bed in which percy sleeping.
you wished that was you.
the plate adorning the blue waffles are set down on his bedside table and you place a gentle hand on his shoulder shaking him. despite your (sucky) efforts he doesn’t stir awake.
you grab his arm now with both hands and you shake him harder than before and finally does he grumble awake.
he looks up at you, confused.
“happy birthday, idiot” you pick up and hold the plate of waffles up so he could see them a tired but sweet look on your face. he sits up on his elbows and a dopey smile appears on his face, a very common smile he shines when he looks at you.
“this all for me?” percy sits up fully now taking the plate from you and he smiles bigger now gaining his full conscious. he pats the empty side of the bed next to him and you basically throw yourself into the white sheets.
despite the innate need to sink further in and take ahold of the sleep thats so desperately trying to drag you down you sit up and watch him. “you’re up, today.” percy teases, his shoulder nudging yours.
“just shut up and eat your breakfast.” you laugh softly amused by his jokes.
he begins gobbling the waffles down, scoffing down the cream on top and cleaning the plate of any remains of food. it was actually very impressive how well he ate all of it.
percy’s eyes trail to the window of his cabin his eyes watching as the raindrops pelt down at the glass and the sound of the rain hitting the walls and roof echo loudly.
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percy places the plate back onto the bedside and looks out the window. “say aye if your in to stay home all day?” he peeks at you, another dopey smile that you just couldn’t resist is painted on his face.
you didn’t even reply to him, your arm snakes around his collarbone and you basically slump him into bed. you both lay on your back and then percy starts talking.
he always did this. percy would talk and talk and talk while you laid next to him, even if you were asleep he would keep going. just the feeling of having you next to him was comfortable so he would talk about all different kinds of things and today wasn’t any different.
you however wanted to listen to him today but oh geez was it hard.
again it wasn’t your fault that his voice was smooth and calming to listen to even of he was talking about how he fell one time and scraped his knee when he was 7. it was like ypur white noise. you already slept a fuck-ton and having a boyfriend with the most sweetest voice was not helping you.
he held your hand as he laid next to you, his eyes tracing every detail of the ceiling as his fingers dance along your palm. he starts telling you all about how his first quest went. a story you’ve heard over.. and over and over again.
“when i started my quest..” blah blah blah.
your eyes shut and all you could focus on was his voice and the noise of water hitting the window panes. his hand was warm in yours and with his free hand percy pulls the covers over the both of you so only your heads were poking out. he slips his arm under your head and his other hand grabs yours again as he keeps rambling on.
before you could fully drift off you turn into him, you could feel his eyes on you as he watches you shift and his words pause for a moment.
“i love you.” he whispers, hoping that you were asleep. you smile into his skin, a clear sign you were still all there.
“i love you too, happy birthday percy.” you half open your eyes you pull his face down by grabbing his cheeks and you kiss under his eye before moving back down.
percy flashes his signature smile before his story changes from his quest to tell you about how on his 9th birthday his mom baked him a blue cake and how it was awesome. you make a mental note to yourself before drifitng off.
you dreamt of percy that night.
let me rephrase that.
you dream of percy.
you dream of him even though he is yours.
his pretty green eyes, his black hair, his sandy skin on the beach. but more often than not you dream of him like how you are now.
cuddled up beside you, warm under the covers as he tells you about all kinds of things like how he thinks the universe was made.
you dream about him dreaming of you which you know he does (since he tells you).
you dream about the way he wants you despite your sleeping routines, you dream about the way he calls you his sleeping beauty.
yet all those dreams are the reality you live. maybe missing a few hours off of slumber isn’t all that bad when your spending it with the boy you see when you close your eyes.
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@yawneon
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uvuyai · 2 months
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© uvuyai 2024
ძᥲᥡ 1 ~ 𝐿𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒 [EVENT]
Transfem! Furina x FEM! Reader
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–genre. smut, nsfw,
–tw. girl cock, description of furina's cock, breeding, slight perv furina, sub x dom trope, overstimulation, MINORS DNI, creampie, riding, teasing, groping, reader is the same height as her, blow job, ooc furina, tit play, im sorry if you uncomfy with this,
–synopsis. Since Valentine's Day is around the corner, you called Furina in as you wanted to give her a good surprise. She wasn't expecting this.
Mari/yai's message – I've been thinking about an idea like this for a while.
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Furina was patiently waiting on the duvet covered bed as you told her to meet her there. She had your favorite flowers, favorite chocolate, and a little teddy bear in her trembling hands. She could feel sweat dripping down her face and she barely could keep her excitement down.
Her foot tapped impatiently on the floor. She kind of spoiled half of the suprise for her. She asked if you got her something amongst chocolate or a teddy bear.
She heard a turning of a door knob come from the bathroom within the room
She turned her gaze towards the door, hoping it was you. And she was right. “A-ah, hey baby!” she waved at you with her eyes closed and a trembling smile. She opened her eyes to see you covered in a silky black (slightly) see through robe with fluff at the hem of it and at the end of the sleeves. Her face a really red by now. If you look closely, you can see her eyes turn into a black and white hypno circle but it didn't move.
You walked over to her with a blank expression lining your face.
You sat close to her, your thighs nearly touching. Both of her legs were trembling too much that it's visible to you now. You placed a hand on her thigh, sliding up and down with your index a ending up at her crotch.
A bulge began to rise on her shorts. A surprisingly big one. “I see you've gotten me something, hm?” you tilted you head and looked at Furina as she frantically looked somewhere else than your face. “Yes, y-yes. H-here!” she gulped and pushed the chocolate box with a brand on it(which were your favorite) towards, your favorite flowers, and a brown teddy bear. you carefully took them and placed them on the nightstand.
“I have that for you too Furi, but I have something extra to give” you places your index finger under her chin which made her immediately lock eye contact with you. “You are really quiet today Furi, what's wrong?” you showed sympathy but in a teasing way that made you voice a bit pitcher.
“Hm? Do you want this?” you dropped your robe to reveal a black lingerie set as if it was meant to be as a sleepwear. It had laced cloth around the bra part of it that it covered right above your thighs but it was see through.
Furina felt as if she was in heaven. She was slightly leaning back and her hands were grasping the covers with a harsh grip and if she had enough strength she could rip them off. “You want to touch me? Come on.” you opened your arms up to her. She quickly went into your arms, burying her burning face in your shoulder. Her bulge was poking at your thigh and it was
Her face was drenched in sweat. Her trembling hands reached down to your ass. You placed your arms around her neck, giving her a warming smile.
Furina noticed your breasts were slipping out of your top. She face planted herself between them which startled you. “Okay Furina calm down, now let me pamper you instead.” you pointed towards the bed(you both were standing fyi) and she obeyed.
You climbed on top of her, straddling her waist. “You should wear less clothing, Furi.” you slid your hand up and down her chest. Your hand went to her shorts, unhooking the button and pulling the zipper down. You slid her underwear down and her dick popped up.
It was an ocean blue color with dark blue line streaks leading up to her pelvis. It was a good tone to her skin. The tip was the same colors as the line streaks. A white bead of precum was at the slit of the tip.
You let out a heartly chuckle and moved down to where her cock was lining up your face. You placed your lips on the tip of her cock and slowly let it seep in until it reaches the back of your throat.
You bobbed your head up and down at a fast but simple pace. Furina clenched her teeth together as she grabbed strands of your hair.
You moved faster as you felt her dick pulsing in your mouth. She came with a loud whine and groan that anyone walking outside the door could hear. You felt thick ropes of cum hit the back of your throat. She was twitching too much now.
You climbed back on top of her to which she let out a gasp too. You slowly sank down onto her thick cock. You moved your panties to the side then sat in front of her dick so it was touching your pussy. It's been a while since you last did it before. Both of your faces were burning. Her moans were getting loud by the second. You closed your eyes as you gave into pleasure.
Whimpers and moans were stuck in Furina's throat. You moved at a simple pace as you bounced on her cock. You leaned your head back and placed your hands on Furina's knees(which were behind you).
Her dick was webbed in your juices. If it wasn't for your closed eyes, you would've seen hearts in her eyes bouncing. Your pussy was just so good for her, she wishes she could spend hours rather than doing her duties.
She wanted to take charge and make you moan louder. She rose up with her trembling arms and grabbed at your waist. Her nails dig into your waist so hard that it left crescent marks. You opened your eyes and looked at her with a startled gasp. Her left hand wrapped around your waist while her right hand took the straps of the bra off your shoulder, revealing your perky breast.
Beads of sweat dripped down your chest. She immediately latched onto your tits. The arm around your waist makes you bounce on her cock faster. She wanted to hear your moans louder now.
Her dick hit your cervix harder now. It's surprising that a short girl like her has a size like that. But hey, size doesn't matter.
“I-i'm gonna come–!” her breaths got harsher. And so as yours. You came on her dick as it sent volts of electricity run through your core. Thick ropes a milky white cum went flying in your insides.
You both were a panting mess as she fell back on the bed. You leaned down and unbuttoned her clothes, revealing her chest. She gasps as you look at her with lust.
“Let's go further Furi, it's Valentine's Day in fact~”
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sissy-tyler · 9 months
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Mommy’s Blog #231: “Maid Days”
Wednesdays are always Maid Day for my widdle, sissy Tina. On Maid Days, Tina trades in her adorable baby dresses for a cute maid outfit and sets to work cleaning the whole house for me. She’s still diapered, of course, we can’t have Tina forgetting who wears the pants in the house (that she cleans), but she is expected to act much less like a little baby, and much more like a sweet, widdle servant.
When turning your husband/fiancé/boyfriend into a sissy, I can’t stress enough how important sissy-hypno tapes are. Not only do they keep your man cute and behaved; many of them also keep your sissy having the most adorable mannerisms. As you can see, whenever Tina stands still she can’t help but sway her hips and watch her widdle dress dance.
It’s making your sissy uncontrollably perform mannerisms like this, that lets them know you hold all the power. Well, the mannerisms and the chastity of course. In one of my upcoming blogs I’ll actually share which hypno tapes I used to train Tina to LOVE her chastity. She actually hates being out of it and begs me to keep her in only the smallest, girliest cages.
I’m also thinking of starting an OnlyFans for Tina! Me and a couple of the mommies of Tina’s sissy friends have thought it could be quite lucrative to have our sissies whoring themselves out online, I guess there’s a pretty big market for it!
Anyways, thank you so much, as always, for joining in on Tina and I’s blog. It’s been so fun documenting Tina’s journey from “big, stwong man” to “helpwess, widdle sissy”. Tina always loves reading the degrading comments that get left for her. But, until next time, keep your sissies diapered, caged, and ready to serve!
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goodqualitygroblin · 2 years
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Foreshadowing/Parallels Concerning Mikey's Mystic Powers
Mikey is my boy, and I keep thinking about how well the show set up his role as a mystic warrior in the movie. I don’t know if someone else has made a compilation of foreshadowing Mikey’s mystic skills, but I figured I’d make one just in case. (These examples are from conversations I’ve had with friends, posts I’ve seen online, and my own observations.)
The first episode has the most references to Mikey’s innate sensitivity to mystic things. When April falls through the portal, Mikey is the one to stop and look at the mystic symbol and identify it first.
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Then after Raph fails to draw the symbol, "the artist" steps in and opens the portal on his first try.
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After the turtles have taken mystic weapons from Draxum’s lab, none of the weapons activate until April gets knocked down.
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I like to interpret this as our first hint as to where the Hamato Clan’s mystic power originates: trusting and protecting your loved ones. While trying to protect April, Mikey is the first to discover the mystic powers of his weapon, followed by Raph and Leo.
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The next example is less foreshadowing and more demonstrating Mikey’s trust in his brothers, which again, is critical for the Hamato Ninpo. In “Bug Busters,” not long after Raph unlocks his hologram power to save Leo, the next scene parallels it. Donnie and Mikey are trying to escape Big Mama, and Donnie tells Mikey to “let go” while flying high above the street, and Mikey immediately does so.
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The next example is a loosey-goosey interpretation, but it made me happy when I noticed it. In “The Ancient Art of Ninja Hide and Seek,” Mikey tries to sneak up on Splinter by using “lights-off jitsu.” After watching the movie, it’s a fun parallel to see him with his hands up and the yellow sun above, not unlike the bright portal he opens in the future.
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Then he tries the clap again later in the episode and succeeds. I really enjoy this paralleling his multiple attempts to use his mystic hands in the movie before he finally does open a portal. This boy is determined when he sets his mind to it.
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In “Many Unhappy Returns,” Mikey accurately predicts when the Shredder will reappear. It was probably just a lucky guess, but I like to imagine that Mikey used some kind of mystic sense.
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Then there's the classic boat dock scene with Mikey throwing a whole cargo boat. It’s a whole new level of his weapon’s power, which is followed by Raph doing something similar in manipulating his hologram.
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The next example of more explicit foreshadowing comes in my favorite episode: “The Clothes Don’t Make the Turtle.” While the turtles are all excited to try on clothes, Mikey resists the group’s enthusiasm three times before they all are finally convinced that something is wrong.
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He also leads the first attempt to break the spell through self-acceptance.
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Even though it doesn’t work, it might have worked eventually, judging by Hypno’s comment later in the episode.
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Aaaand that’s all I got for now! I’ll add more if I notice any other foreshadowing/hints/parallels. :)
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groversimp · 9 months
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Nico di Angelo x male reader who was imprisoned in a sleep for a long fucking time and Nico discovered while on a quest and just imprinted on Nico when he woke up and protects him and they have a bond since they both don’t have a sense in time and Nico dresses them and they are bffs (Reader would be physically 20s mentally around 500 thousand and this would be platonic and really fluffy like a god dad that just likes Nico a lot and is friendly but has an attachment to Nico and Nico loves his god dad definitely got him a mug with “#1 God Dad”
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Goodnight, Goodnight, Construction Site
Anon <3 this is such a cute request <3
This takes place somewhere after HOO but before TOA, and before Nico and Will get together.
Reader does have kids but they’re dead so..
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When Nico had first met you, long long ago on a small quest for Ares (to get an anniversary gift for Lady Aphrodite) he thought you were dead. Your exomis and thorny flower crown made you look like a man of the past. You laid on a wooden bed with plush blankets made from fur and pillows so soft they made Nico’s hand ache. You looked ethereal, so untouchable by the blue flames of the underworld’s candle. The only thing that ruined the sight was the obsidian handcuffs, keeping your wrists captive on the bed frame. Nico frowned, why were you here? Before he went back to Olympus to gift Ares his anniversary gift, he stopped by his fathers castle.
“Dad..” He spoke, Hades glared down at him from his throne. “Nico.” Nico rolled his eyes, his dad’s typical pessimistic tone echoing in the barren hall, “what’s with the sleeping dude in the cave?” Hades gave him a confused,curious look for a minute before taking a breath in and nodding,suddenly understanding. “That’s Y/N.” Nico waited a beat for a further explanation, “and?” “He was a god, a son of Zagreus, who fell in love with a mortal. Y/N tried to turn his mortal lover to a god, but Zeus was enraged by that- claiming that his lover was not worth it. Zeus paid Hypnos, god of Sleep, to put Y/N in an eternal sleep till someone is strong enough to defeat the monsters that live within his dreams.” Naturally, Nico knew he needed to save you.
“But, what is Y/N the god of?” His father looked unimpressed by the constant questions, and let out an annoyed sigh. “He is the god of mercy. Before his eternal sleep, he was the one who decided who does and does not die at a specific point in time. The Fates loved him,” his father finished that last part sarcastically.
Nico nodded. Yep, he was definitely needed to save you. He turned on his heel and pranced away from the palace, leaving only the aura of death and his father’s annoyance behind.
After he had left Olympus, he returned to the underworld, wiping Aphrodite’s lipstick off his cheek. It was mildly annoying, but nice. She was very fond of the gift Ares had picked out for her, so fond infact that she kissed both of Nico’s cheeks and told him that he’ll be grateful later.. Whatever that meant.
Nico returned to your cave- a small,hidden home next to the river Lethe. The air in your cave was somewhat humid, with a sleepy aura around it. Poppy flowers and Yarrow strung the walls and grew on the grassy floor. His eyes felt heavy as he sat down on the bed next to you. Nico set his hand on your head and suddenly he felt himself pass out- getting sucked into your dreams.
The next several hours were ones of fighting and yelling out your name. The atmosphere of your dreams was a big flower field, where Nico was little and all the flowers were ginormous. They looked like skyscrapers and Nico knew that his sister Hazel would either love or hate this place. There were even bigger hourglasses with cryptic messages of the names of mortals and demigods who had died horrible deaths.. ones you couldn’t save.
The only thing that kept Nico from getting lost was a glowing,golden string that he could only assume was a trail leading him to you.
Alas, he was correct- because hours later he discovered you in a big flower-hut. You sat at a table, with an assortment of foods and teas laid out before you nicely. Almost like a tea party. Nico knocked on the wall to let you know that he was there, and the smile you gave him when you looked up made you look half mad.
“Hello, child..” Your voice was honey-drenched and sounded like the melody to a lost birdsong. It made him feel at peace. “I’ve been expecting you.” Nico hummed and sat down at your table, grabbing one of your small sandwiches from a dessert tray and eating it. You frowned at him and started to rearrange the tray so it looked even again.
“I didn’t wait thousands of years for you to come here and fuck up my pretty food!” Nico froze in his tracks. Did you just swear?
“Oh.” He said, awkwardly shifting, “I’m sorry?” You glared at him, but quickly started grinning and let out a laugh, “I like you. You’re weird.”
Wow. Brutal.
Eventually, after more fighting (which you were surprisingly good at), you two got out of the dream world.
Nico flopped down on your bed, but you remained sitting up- looking at the room around you with stars in your eyes. Nico glared up at you, watching as you processed the newly-found world around you.
“Y/N.”
Your gaze snapped down to him. “Yes?” You said, your voice cracking and shaky after years of not being used. Nico sat up and stared at you for a moment before standing.
“C’mon,” he held his hand out to you and you took it. Your legs were shaking as you stood and walked slowly, one step at a time. Nico looked a bit annoyed but he had the grace to help you and not mention it.
You both got back to Camp Half-Blood, where you were immediately put in the infirmary- Dionysus and Chiron had come in to speak with you- you greeted Dionysus first, as he was a reincarnation of your father, then you greeted Chiron. You talked to them for a while about what happened, why it happened, and how you felt, but you didn’t really have much to say.
“Remember, if you need to tell us anything- you can always find us in the Big House.” Chiron said lowly and he trotted out of the room, giving you one last knowing look.
You stayed up there for days, rotting in place and watching as Nico and some Apollo’s kid (terribly) flirted. You snorted one day as the doctor left and Nico glared over at you,
“What’s so funny?” You shook your head and looked away with a boyish grin, “nothing! That’s just not how you get a guy’s attention.”
Nico sucked in a breath then came over to sit at the edge of your bed, “then how do you?” You quickly sat up, surprising Nico. “You’ve gotta use your eyes.” He looked unimpressed, “my eyes? Really?”
“Yes really! See,” you gave an example- fluttering your eyelashes and winking. “I’m not doing that.” He said. “Then don’t expect to ever get a boyfriend.” You countered, Nico groaned and stood up- “bye Y/N.” You muttered a goodbye and watched as he left.
A few weeks later, they let you out of the infirmary- but the medic, and Nico’s crush, gave you firm instructions to come in everyday after lunch for a checkup. Nico brought you to his cabin, closing the door and turning on the lights being you.
“Oh gods, it looks like a goth threw up in here!” You said as you looked around, Nico rolled his eyes. “I designed it when I was like 11, give me a break.”
He pulled some clothes out of his closet, a pair of jeans and some band shirt that said something about a chemical romance.. You glared at him as he handed you the clothes, “I am not wearing these.”
“Yes you are.” Nico pushed you towards the bathroom, “no! Where’s the color, where’s the pizzazz?”
“How do you even know that word?” You glared at him as you went into the bathroom and shut the door, “I just do.”
You came back out of the bathroom a few minutes later, grumbling about how you look like him now. “Is that really the worst thing?” Nico said, “yes. Yes it is.” Nico grumbled at your reply and went back to his bunk, grabbing a mysterious black box.
“What’s in there?” You asked, mischief a clear note in your sweet voice. “Just some supplies Will wanted me to pick up.” A faint blush was apparent on his face, and you immediately sparked up with anticipation. You grinned and got closer to him, pointing a finger at his arm, “someone has a crush!”
“No, I do not!” “Yes, you do!” He huffed and gave you a glare that could stop Ares in his tracks, “no, I don’t.” You backed off for a moment and walked away- “whatever you say, Nico..” you looked back at him, “but I’m here if you ever want to talk.”
The rest of the week was mundane, you started to understand the customs. The next few weeks went by, and you started to fit in. Then months rolled by and you were part of the Camp Half-Blood family.
Finally, fathers day had rolled around. It was a little sad, considering you’d always pop by to say hi to your demigod kids in Old Greece- now they were long gone, only misty memories that you held. But, you had Nico. He had become your closest thing to family. Always coming to you for advice and affection.
So, here you were, laying on your bed in the Hades cabin as you sniffed back tears thinking of your lost children. Your poor,poor kids- so young and vibrant and gorgeous. You could still imagine their laughter, loud and clear as you told them jokes or chased them around the yard. Their yelling as you threw a discus their way, and their triumphant howl they caught it.
A knock on the wooden frame of your bed made you shoot right up- shock and surprise rolling through your stomach, then embarrassment as you realized Nico had seen you cry.
He frowned and sat down at the foot of your bed, slightly out of reach. “Y/N..” Looking down, you cleared your throat and sniffed again, not allowing yourself to start crying once more. “I know that this isn’t easy for you, but I just want you to know that you’re not alone.” You looked up at him, not truly knowing what to say.
Nico gave a wet laugh and you realized that his eyes were filled with tears too. “It’s not easy for me either, not with no family..” He handed you a gift bag that you hadn’t seen, “but I thought we might be able to celebrate together?”
You looked down at the bag, then back up at him, then back to the bag. As you opened it and looked at your gift, you couldn’t help but laugh.
The mug was poorly printed, and the glass was a scratchy,low quality kind- but that only made it better. It said, in bold letters, “World’s Best God Dad.” You shook your head with laughter before setting it down next to you and tackling Nico in a hug.
“You’re my favorite human son,” you said as he cackled. You both laid there, hugging and laughing till your ribs hurt and ached. Nico sniffed and pushed you off of him slightly so he could see your face- “do you like it?” He asked, a smile on his usually distraught face.
“I love it.” He smiled even wider.
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inklore · 1 year
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premise: there’s a long list of reasons why peter should ignore the dark thoughts in his head, but none of those reasons gets him you.
pairing: dark!peter parker x bestfriend!reader
word count: 1.7k
warnings: eighteen+ content, noncon, this is dark as hell so please mind the tags babes, hypnotism, unprotected p in v, creampie, au since spider man don’t got hypno powers but also this is set after no way home, slight obsessed!peter, one sided love, oral sex, marking, mentions of captivity.
etc: this is my first time writing for mcu!peter and i made it dark and messed up, this is shocking to no one lmaosjsj.
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There’s a part of Peter that knows this is wrong—a section of his brain that is waving red flags and flashing lights telling him to stop, to not let anything go as far as where the dark recesses of his mind are tempting him to.
He’s Peter Parker. The friendly neighborhood spider-man, he should know better—does know better. Was taught right from wrong and always does the right thing. Always stays on that path of golden behavior even when it lands him with blood and bruises, or flat on the concrete.
He’s always playing the good guy; is the good guy, the best guy. This doesn’t make him a bad guy, the worst guy…he didn’t even mean for it to happen. This hadn’t been his intention when he had asked you over tonight.
A simple movie date with his best friend turning into something else entirely.
Something out of his control.
And it wasn’t really his fault. His powers were ever changing, new things being discovered, his body mutating and becoming more insect than man.
Simple interests becoming urges. Simple thoughts and kind acts finished with an ‘but what do I get in return, shouldn’t I be rewarded for saving lives?’ In those newly dark parts of his mind.
He had thought it was just exhaustion. Saving the city, getting his G.E.D and trying to make money to stay in a cheap apartment was easier envisioned than exercised.
He had thought these new dark feelings were nothing a drink at the bar a couple of blocks down, or hanging out with you—his only friend and neighbor—couldn’t fix.
But now he’s realizing that was furthest from the truth, as those dark thoughts have his knee bouncing, fingers tingling for all the wrong reasons; to reach out and touch parts of you he’s only dreamt about. Fantasized about late at night.
One minute you were looking into his eyes laughing at the rom com on his cheap tv, and the next you were still as a board, expression slack, unresponsive. Body compliant as Peter easily shook you to get you to come too.
It was as if you were hypnotized.
As if his thought—as the two of you held eye contact—dark and bitter had manifested itself into his eyes going dark, mind buzzing. Peter coming to to you in this state.
A state that sends him in a panic; until it doesn’t.
Until the dark thoughts win and he’s thinking perverse thoughts that make his cheeks burn hot and cock grow hard against his jeans. Thoughts he shouldn’t be having, shouldn’t be entertaining.
But he’s wanted you for so long.
Longed for you even longer; watching you through his peephole when he was too scared to say hi, cheesy jokes exchanged as the two of you got your mail, both elements soon forming into a tight friendship he doesn’t know what he would do without. He’s already lost so much.
There had been many times he could have confessed his feelings, professed his crush that quickly turned into something stronger—something aching and dreadful each time you didn’t see it. Didn’t get the hint. Ignored all the signs. Dated other people; guys who were no good and only hurt you.
Peter would never hurt you.
He’d treat you the way you deserved to be treated: like a damn goddess.
If only you’d give him a chance.
But maybe he was done waiting. Waiting for something that may never come. Maybe this was his only way of having you. Maybe this was a sign that he should at least know what it’s like to be with you, this way, any way.
Peter tries to make a con list in his head. A list of why he shouldn’t be thinking like this—why he shouldn’t do this.
He really tries to ignore those dark thoughts, fighting tooth and nail against his mind….but you look so pretty in that dress, the dip in the summer fabric showing just the right amount of cleavage.
And it’s like a moth to a flame because the next thing he knows his palm his cupping you. The pad of his thumb running over your nipple, his eyes flashing to yours to see if you react but there’s nothing. No signal or indication that lets him know you’re coherent.
It should stop him, but it does the opposite.
As he pulls down the top of your dress, your bra going with it. Putting your chest on full display to him. A hard swallow bobbing his throat as he stares, mouth watering. Jaw ticking in want, driving him to lean forward and wrap his lips around your nipple. To moan and suck and bite at the sensitive flesh, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as he kneads your other breast with his palm. Switching back and forth between the two.
Your skin feeling so soft and delicate against his tongue.
He leaves stray kisses and saliva covered bruises along them. Doesn’t care that you’ll come too later and see them. He wants you to see them, to wonder, to think that they could be from him.
The thought of you walking around carrying marks from him making his cock throb even more; to the point of pain.
That’s why he lays you down on the couch. That’s why he pulls your dress up, why he presses his nose to your underwear and inhales, runs his tongue against the outside of them. Hooks a finger in them and pulls them to the side to reveal your pussy.
A hungry noise hitting the back of his throat when he dives into you, letting his mouth and tongue eat you out with vigor. Memorizing the way you feel against him, the way you taste, the way he groans each time he swallows you down.
When he feels your entrance clench around the tip of his tongue, he has to move back from your body, has to make sure you’re still out of it.
Smirking with the knowledge that he can still make your body come like this. That the two of you can still be connected this way, even with you in this state. Your body still gives yourself over to him. Still opens for him when he pushes his fingers inside of you, your walls quivering around them.
He could get addicted to this. To having his mouth on your pussy, to finger fucking you hard as he runs his throbbing cock against the seam of his jeans, as he makes you come without you even stirring.
And as Peter sits up, as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, staring down at your body; open legs, thighs covered in your own wetness, underwear thrown to the side, dress pushed up and pulled down, your boobs still on display for him—how could he not fuck you?
He has to. Needs to.
Thinks he might go insane if he doesn’t. If he doesn’t live out his fantasies and finally know what you feel like. Finally fuck you instead of his fist.
So with hesitation still the farthest from his being, he makes quick work with unbutton his pants, pulling himself out and giving himself a few deft strokes before he lets the tip of his cock run through your lips. Mouth hung open at how beautiful the sound is.
A gasp torn from his lungs when he finally pushes inside of you, when your warmth finally engulfs him.
“Oh my god,” you’re so tight, so warm, so wet. He can barely stand it. Can barely catch his breath as he presses his face into your neck, trying to breathe. Trying to not come inside of you so soon. How can something feel this good?
How can something look this beautiful with his cock inside of it and it be wrong?
It can’t. It just can’t.
With his fingers digging into the couch cushion, breaths heavy and groans tumbling from them; he starts to move. Can’t restraint himself from setting a hard rhythm of his hips slapping the insides of your thighs as he fucks you. Your tits bouncing against his chest, body perfect and pliant against him.
“You feel so good, oh my–“ Peter whimpers. Presses his mouth to yours, finally kissing you after all these years. Finally pushing his tongue inside of your mouth, moaning against it, taking another part of you. Making it his. Marking you with bites left on your lower lip, and sucks on the side of your neck.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he’s chanting. As if you can hear him, as if you’ll ever know he’s fucking you. Losing complete control inside of you, your walls gripping him so deliciously he wants to scream. Wants to fill every one of your holes. To not let you leave his apartment until you’re dripping his come from all of them; until you’re stretched and raw from him going so many rounds with your comatose body. “Forgive me.” He kisses your lips, runs his tongue along yours, “I love you, I need it–couldn’t control it. It’s,” he swallows, “it’s too good.”
He wants to hold off longer. To keep fucking you until his cock is raw, but he’s coming before he knows it.
A strangled sob against your cheek as he fills you up. As he continues slow languid thrusts even after he’s spent, the sensitivity only adding to the darkness of the weight of what he just did. The squelch of his come and your wetness louder than his heavy breaths.
Once his breath finally goes back to normal, once his thrusts stop, he pushes himself up to look down at you; to see his come leaking from your pussy and staining his couch. Your chest and neck marred by him, lip having the smallest of cuts on it from how hard he bit you in his lust fueled fury.
You look just as beautiful as ever, if not more now that there’s remnants of him inside and outside of you.
He got what he needed. Finally fucked his best friend, finally showed you how much he loves you.
But…his cock is still hard, and you’re still unresponsive.
There’s no reason why he shouldn’t get his fill of you. You have two other holes that need his attention.
Maybe he’ll keep you like this. That way you can be his forever.
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Nothing better than a hypnotist taking her time with a sensual induction
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punishing-eden · 11 months
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So idk if you do smut or taking any request at the moment but if you do can you do Lee where he gets jealous? Like commandant is spending TOO much time with Wanshi being his pillow and all.
Author's Note:
Hi, you can still submit requests,I don't mind doing them from time to time. But rn I am a bit busy irl, so it will take a while for me to finish.
As of right now, I don't write Smut. At most, I could is implications of sexual acts. But not full pornographic details/paragraphs.
But also, a Lee and Wanshi sandwich????!!! 😍😍
I know I said this before, but I will say this again, I really need to get to Echo Aria.😢I have heard about their interaction and, Boi... it's *Chefs kiss*
Edit: aksjakjskaka, I made a huge mistake, it has now been fixed.😭😭
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"Our" (Grey Raven's) Commandant...
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Lee (Entropy) x Commandant/reader (ft. Wanshi)
Summary:
Lately, Lee has been experiencing a unique emotion whenever he sees you with another construct, Wanshi. Although, he was convinced it was just some malfunctioning of his M. I. N. D programming. His actions spoke other wise.
Needless to say, Wanshi seems know what was going on.
Tags: Tw: Jealousy, gatekeeping behaviour, request, mild fluff, one shot, a triangle
It started at thirty centimetres. By the time you came back to Babylonia from an earth mission, the proximity, between you and Wanshi shrank by ten.
A week later, it reduced to five, four, three, two, one, all the way to zero. Lee counted the units, whenever he saw you and Wanshi together.
He had been counting, the units on full display in his inner device. Recording the number of times that proximity unit reached to zero. According to his data, it happened more than a 'good' amount.
"I am sorry, but this is 'our' (Grey Raven's) Commandant," he once warned Wanshi, who only looked at Lee with a nonchalant expression. Eyes heavy with fatigue, Wanshi, whom, with a more mature way of thinking, only nodded and ignore Lee's statement. Keeping things civil, Hypnos hummed and walked away.
Without a doubt, it infuriated Lee. Holing up in his room, the construct ruminated in thought, while dismantling his gears. In his mind, you have been spending more time with Strike Hawk. At first, as Lee thought, it was all professional and work related. That was until, he noticed how close you and Wanshi were. A little too close for Lee's comfort.
Needless to say, he began to device preventative measures to bring an end to this madness. Doing everything he could to stop the proximity reaching to Zero. He went as far as to slot himself between you and Wanshi, accompany you everywhere, turning down opportunities of contact on your behalf.
Despite the efforts, he was disheartened. Upset, having spotted you sleeping with Wanshi in the training room.
You were fast asleep against Wanshi's chest cushions, all the while, the construct 'slept' in leisure. The fire arms were laying on the ground, unsupervised, and the scent of gunpowder lingered in the air.
There was a heavy feeling in Lee's chest, a set of emotions ruptured from his M. I. N. D., triggering his physical symptoms.
In denial, Entropy questioned himself. Back tracking through his schedule to see if it was something he did or damaged. Did the construct engineering team replaced the wrong gear? Replenished too much vital fluid?
'I must be overloading', Lee thought to himself.
He didn't say anything but went to carefully picked you up in his arms. It would be better to sleep in a bed.
Without a word, Lee carried you back to your quarters. Only to find you, once again, asleep with Wanshi the following night in the training room. Same again on the next following night again and again.
Gritting his teeth by how maddening this occurance was, Lee picked you up for the final time. You were still fast asleep, exhausted from the training.
The same set of emotions swirled in his M. I.N.D. Lingering his gaze as Hypnos, Lee clicked his tougne out of frustration.
"This is our Commandant," he mumbled, "go get your own..."
"... That's not how Strike Hawk works, you surely know that."
Taking a step back, Lee glared at Wanshi. Shifting in his sleeping position, with his eyes still closed, Hypnos gave a yawn before slowly, very slowly, opened his tired eyes.
Lee scoffed at his last sentence. Clearly hiding the embrassment, of his biased opinion being heard.
"Of course I know that," Lee replied, "But what are you doing, always approaching our Commandant?"
Wanshi only look back at Lee with an indifference gaze. Disinterested in engaging an argument, the construct began stretching before laying back down. Shifting, in a more comfortable position.
He closed his eyes and said, "We just so happen to fall asleep here. Commandant just wants to practise aiming."
There was a scene of you mentioning about your shooting skills played in Lee's memory data. During that time, he wasn't in for a small talk, and didn't put your concerns at heart. Thus, it was his own doing for pushing you to seek others for help. Maybe that's why you went to Wanshi instead.
"... Rest assure, I am not stealing your Commandant. I was just trying to help..." Wanshi quickly fell silent, entering into a slumber, he left Lee reflecting on his emotions.
After a long paused, Wanshi spoke up again, "... it's okay to be jealous"
For a split second there was an impulse urge for Lee to point a gun against Wanshi's head. But, Entropy quickly recovered. He gave Wanshi's sleeping form one last look before heading back to your quarters with his teeth gritted together.
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To recieve a notice on the following morning, Wanshi realised he'd just recieved an offical complaint. Placing the tablet down on the coffee table, the construct just resumed his slumber on sofa.
"Wanshi," Chrome's voice snapped Wanshi awake, "Care to explain why we got an offical complaint?"
"It was just some misunderstanding..." Wanshi replied.
"Is that all you are going to say?" Chrome pressed further.
"It's not much of a big deal," Wanshi said, "just about jealousy."
Looking up at the ceiling, Wanshi gave a small smile before yawning and fall back asleep.
(C) Punishing-eden
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ROTTMNT X reader who plays music to get into the mood to fight and they always choose bangers and have a speaker for their phone so everyone has to hear their music wether they like it or not
The reader being friend or foe to the turtles is up to you
I had a lot of fun with this (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)
Raph, Leo, Donnie and Mikey x musicly inclined Reader
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Raphael
★ Listen, he's not going to try and stop you because he knows that you'd just want to fight someone more. But he does tell you that you should try to stay out of trouble. When you play music when he gets into a fight he suddenly gets it.
★ If and when you get hurt he ends up overreacting, he takes away your speaker for one week. Even though he has no actual authority over you. Little does he know you have plenty of spares.
★ He thinks you might like to watch wrestling, as a surprise he brings you to a match. You practically have the best seats in the house on the top part above the ring. You know what I'm talking about? I forget what it's called.
Leonardo
★ He's had to patch you up after you decided to start a street fight way to many times. But he still asks you if you won each time. Also if you get seriously hurt he makes you tell him who did it because "snitches get stitches" and you need stitches.
★ You always seem to find the perfect song for each situation. For instance, if he was fighting with repo mantis you'd play a 90's rock/metal song. But if he was fighting Hypno you would play something mystical sounding with trumpets.
★ When you get into a fight with someone and it seems like you are winning he yells "Worldstar!" before getting yelled at by Raphael for encouraging you.
Donatello
★ You once played an old ragtime tune when he was chasing Leo around the lair because he took something from his room. He did not appreciate it. Leo thought it was hilarious though and gave you a thumbs up.
★ Generally speaking, he really enjoys having some background music to focus on and get him in the mood for something. Especially since you cater to his "refined tastes" and play songs that sound like a computer threw up music.
★ You're the only person who he allows to choose the his lab. Feel honored, not even April has that privilege. He likes it when you introduce him to new music.
Michelangelo
★ He's given you the nickname "Dr tunes" for fairly obvious reasons. Whenever you're with him and/or his brothers you end up being the designated DJ, and he encourages you to play music.
★ When he can tell that a fight is about to break out he asks you to play something to "set the mood". If you aren't around he uses a playlist full of songs you usually play, but it's not the same :(
★ You know most people wouldn't be so eager to fight, unfortunately you aren't most people. You have gotten into so many fights while with him. Partly because of his hero work but mostly because of who you are as a person. He keeps bandaids on him now.
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sillylilfemboy6969 · 3 days
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intro time :3
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☆ | Name: u can call me bat :3
☆ | Pronouns: he/him
☆ | Gender: tboy ^w^
♡ | kinks: puppy play, size differences, PRAISE!!!!, breeding, mild knife play, rough sex, free use (with consent and boundaries set!), hypno, somno (with consent)
♡ | hard no's: watersports and scat, fat fetish, food play, age play/ddlg, race play
♡ | DNI: age players, ddlg, race players, cishet men, proshippers, inc3st likers, zoophiles
------ Boundaries
Dms: only if you're not one of the people in my dni, then sure :3
hope you enjoy your stay <3
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Hypnosis | Sandman imagine
Summary: Dream of the Endless meets Y/N goddess daughter of Hypnos, he feels intrigued by her and starts developing feelings towards her.
Pairing: Morpheus x Goddess! Reader.
Part II
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Being the daughter of Hypnos, the ancient God of Sleep you had always been captivating by nature, your presence bringing a sense of peace to those before you.
Your powers were partly inherited by your mother Parsithea but also were capable of materializing human feelings as of their memories. Whenever humans were overwhelmed by an specific feeling you came and eased their mind. For example, you worked closely with people’s grieving as their loved ones were taken by death to Heaven, bringing them comfort and helping them find peace within their pain and memories.
Morpheus knew about you from Death’s stories, he could tell her sister had an enormous appreciation for you. So much so that she insisted in introducing the two of you.
“I think you two would get along” Death said smiling cheekily, making her brother arch a brow
“You’re not trying to set us up, are you?”
“That’s your ideas, not mine”
As every other god and goddess to exist you didn’t have a specific appearance, and you could change it as many times as you wished. Dream could not put it into words, or well he could, but they wouldn’t do you any justice.
The way you talked, moved, even laughed, something about you evoked comfort in him, he had the feeling of being able to be who he was, like you brought out the most raw and honest parts of the Endless he thought were long gone. Something about you made him feel tremendously welcome and appreciated for just being who he was.
After having met them, you invited them on a day of work, since Dream seemed curious about your powers. Besides, you were so excited to see your old friend, Death that you didn’t want to say goodbye just yet.
Morpheus walked behind you and Death for a while, almost like he was guarding you both, which you found amusing since you could feel his eyes lingering on you.
Finally, you arrived to the place, a large home that seemed to be abandoned, but you followed the soft cries and whimpers of the only inhabitant of the residence.
You were found with the sight of a middle-age man crying in a closet filled with woman’s clothes, while holding on for dear life to a frame of him and his wife, you kneeled before him graciously and quietly, his tired eyes fixed on you, having no other emotion than sadness, you sweetly wiped away his tears.
The scene before them was devastating, Morpheus could feel his pain but for now he could only observe.
“I came for his wife over a week ago, while he wasn’t here. She told me he was just around the corner, the poor woman was so distressed to leave him” Death explained to her brother, both of them never taking his eyes off you.
You rested your forehead against his, cupping face in your cold hands and closing your eyes.
“You’re safe… you may rest now” you murmured, but your words echoed through the residency. The man’s eyes were fixed on you. Almost waiting for your next command.
“Breathe in” you instructed the man as you took a deep breath touching his forehead light, making a golden shimmer emanate from his head. The man followed your instructions quietly with a shaky breathe. “And out”.
Then you moved your hand softly the golden shimmer started expanding and spinning, slowly forming a tiny porcelain doll that was very much alive. You placed the doll on the widower’s shoulder, the doll bowed before you and your guests, the man seemed more calm and in awe of the living creation you made to comfort him.
You parted ways with The Endless after that, but Morpheus kept in touch, extending you numerous invites to the Dreaming. So much so, that you became somewhat of a guest of honor in the realm. Everyone would greet you as you passed by; this opportunity would always allow you form a bond with The King of Dreams.
“Y/N, I have something I must confess to you” you turned your eyes away from the book you were holding, staring into the cosmos kept within his eyes.
“A confession, you say?” He stepped closer to you, God… he was aching to touch you, to kiss you, he felt nervous as words were never his forte.
“Yes, I uh, well… Over the course of time and having the opportunity to know you in depth I would be lying if I said I haven’t grown a particular affection towards you” you were puzzled at his statement.
Was he really saying what you were thinking?
“What are you saying, Morpheus?” You asked, staring deeply into his eyes, he knew you were asking for clarification.
“I’m saying I have fallen in love with you”
The words slipped out of his mouth softly and so slowly, Morpheus felt lightheaded, wondering why such words seemed to be so difficult to pronounce before this. When you took a long pause to respond he worried, he could see the hope in your eyes, that your feelings were reciprocated but why were you doubting?
“I must say I too, share your feelings. But I am betrothed to another”
“Betrothed?” He wondered quietly.
“To Asopus, yes… If I’m honest I have been trying to undo that arrangement far too long” you huffed, it was obvious that you were doing this as an obligation, and not out of love. “My heart will always belong to you, dear Morpheus… but my duty lies with another” that was all he needed to hear. He wanted you to be free, free to love, to be who you were.
“What if you couldn’t go through with the arrangement?” you frowned, not knowing what he meant.
“I’m afraid I’m not following” you spoke sincerely. Morpheus licked his lips taking a deep breath, fully aware that the next words that were coming out of his mouth was one-if not the- most outrageous thing he would allow himself to suggest in millenniums.
“What if you’re already married?”
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Twisted Mafia AU??😊
Twisted Wonderland: The Mafias
(TW: mentions of death, blood, drugs, and numerous other topics associated with mafias)
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A Twisted Wonderland Mafia AU would be suuccchhh a cool thing to go about. All of the dorms have their own classification in the "Underworld" of crime as to what they're all about or how they handle things and how they are viewed. They're all at each other's throats constantly, but some are more likely to throw hands or pop shots than others are.
Heartslabyul would be the gang known as the Hearters, and they are typically in control of various runnings behind the scenes when it comes to either law enforcement or politicians. Riddle quickly was able to overthrow the last leader, despite his youthful appearance and small disposition, and easily was able to place Trey, the ever so silent but deadly "father figure" as his right hand man. However, when it comes to jobs dealing directly with said people, Cater is the go to man for the job thanks to his charisma and charm- but he's not above putting a bullet in someone's skull for a task. Ace and Deuce are both dubbed as the "wild cards" yet are rather high in ranking as well despite their young ages. They are the ones who could stalk down someone who screwed them over and beat them to a pulp if need be. Their trademark is a heart with a spiked mallet through it, and is usually seen on a type of pin near their neck.
Savanaclaw is a gang that goes by the name The Outlanders, and they are the ones most known to get physically violent the most often- but don't assume that means they're simply mindless. They are known for their counterfeiting, assassinations, bombings, and ways of psychological torture- and physical torture. Leona does an insanely good job of ensuring that everyone stays in line and remains cunning through it all, and this group is most known for operating on a patriarchal sort of standing. Ruggie is the type of operative that should be one of the last types you should hope to see- known for his excessive love for potential mutilation and torture devices. Jack is the one who constantly seems to be the least certain of actions against what he deems to be the "innocent", so he typically is sent as a hitman against worse enemies. Their trademark is a golden coin nestled between a set of pearly white fangs that is usually present upon the brass knuckles they wear or is a patch upon their leather jackets.
Octavinelle is by far one of the more considered "extravagant" gangs in terms of how they run things. Known as the Tenta-Couriers, this group is the most known for their more covert style of operations in the ways of money laundering, price fixing, and contract killing. Azul was easily able to seize control of the group after the mysterious disappearance of the last leader. He's the type of guy who could sit directly in front of you in his office chair with a bright smile on his face- and an unsuspecting gun aimed at your leg should you say something less than satisfactory. Jade is his cruel yet swift right hand man, known for a love of knifes and poisonings via shoving things into his victims' mouths- whichever comes first. But by far, the most terrifying of the main trio is Floyd. He is the one who you had better start either praying to whatever you believe will help you in the moment- or r u n. There is no escape and there is no end to the pain. Their trademark is a wad of cash with a tentacle wrapped around it that is usually present upon either their suits or the fedoras they wear upon their heads.
Scarabia is known to be even sneakier in their operations than Octavinelle, and thus, these two groups are constantly butting heads over their trades. Known as the Hypno-waves, this group specializes in their assassinations, electoral fraud, and antiques smuggling. Kalim is known as the bright, smiling face behind such a dark empire due to the ways of familial inheritance, so he typically is the one who treats his members more like they are family members than mere muscle or brains behind an operation. But, everyone truly knows Jamil is the one running things. A lover of the most intense kinds of psychological torture that will if and only if get physical unless his victim has a stronger mind than most, don't believe that his smile is kind. The snake isn't in the grass, here- it's right in front of you. Their trademark is a pair of ruby red eyes with a certain pattern within them that will transfix you if you stare for too long, and this is usually present upon either the henna tattoos on their skin or the special glasses they don to hide their true intentions.
Pomefiore is the most elegant in terms of the usual appearances of their members, easily able to blend in among the likes of famous pop stars, businessmen and women, and social media influencers. Known as the Shards, this group specializes in blackmailing, bribery, kidnapping, and organ trafficking. Vil is the leader in charge, with a wit and tongue almost as deadly as his looks. He is known for being the most charming of the gang leaders, easily able to coax and seduce most men, women, theys, and gays into doing his bidding. Rook is the deadly marksman of the gang, easily able to track down, identify, and execute his target with a swift hand and a cruel eye- if he's feeling merciful, that is. Epel is the newbie on the block, and it usually seems like he should be with The Outlanders due to his sometimes rash behavior. But, a charming smile here, someone inciting his anger there, and he'll be sipping a glass of sparkling cider while someone's body lay broken in the table in front of him that he just broke them over. Their trademark is a heart with a shard of glass spiked through it partially soaked with blood, typically hidden amongst their lavish accessories upon their person that shall only be revealed if it is already too late for you.
Ignihyde is by far the most quiet of the seven, and the most advanced in terms of their weaponry and technological standpoint. Known as the Soul Collectors, this gang specializes in computer hacking, embezzlement, identity theft, and securities fraud. Idia is the "silent yet violent" leader who is known to lose his temper if someone forgets who the true boss is. He's not above cyber-stalking people and sending ominous messages either directly to their phones or to their house to get them to get his work done- no matter how many times you change your address or number, he will find you. Ortho remains as the second in command, the quickest to the draw when it comes to possibly lighting someone on fire to make a point, or personally rewire the entire security system within your home simply to watch you freak out. Their trademark is a 8-bit pixel skull with glowing cyan eyes- and if you do happen to see it suddenly appear upon your phone, computer, tablet, television, or hear the chilling laughter that erupts from it being activated? You may as well cut the power out entirely- because they've already been watching you for a long time.
Finally, Diasomnia is by far the most dangerous of all of the gangs, and typically butts heads with The Outlanders in the field. Known as the Shadow Dragons, they are known best for their smuggling, drug trafficking, bombings, armed robberies, and illegal trading of nuclear materials. Malleus, surprisingly, typically is never really physically seen- in public or by his own gang. However, whenever he is known to make an appearance, an abnormal amount of strewn about body parts, blood, and maybe even burnt flesh typically follows quickly thereafter. Lilia is known as the mysterious face who definitely knows more than you may believe- after all, you could never see him in the shadows watching you, could you? Silver is known as the silent but utterly deadly assassin, known the best for striking opponents in the dead of night while they are sleeping. People near the victims of him have mentioned an odd uptake in the number of animals in the area before they pass on... Sebek is the newbie with a lot to prove- one who looks up to the leadership and power of none other than Malleus the most. If he even so much as hears you utter the name of his leader in a bad manner, expect to suddenly either hear his breathing on your neck- or a bloody bat about to knock you out and take you somewhere far, far away. Their trademark is a pitch black dragon with haunting green eyes that coils around like a snake with its wings extended, and typically is most visible going around the entirety of their necks in the form of a tattoo.
Now...the Ramshackle dorm's gang? No one quite knows about their operations fully, or even who the leader used to be. However, it is speculated that the Phantoms were once the most powerful gang of them all, and with the most skeletons in the closet.....
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hotgirlunderworld · 2 years
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longing for you ˚ʚ ₊˚✧
Hi!! Here’s some Thanatos smut!! Very much 18+ so MDNI please! 
TW: masturbation, swear words, p in v, female reader, caught masturbation, breeding, fingering, orgasm denial
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It was no secret to those who dwelled in The Underworld that your husband was known to be a bit of a workaholic. You couldn’t blame him however, his role in the mortal realm meant plans were being changed last minute and he would be gone for long periods at a time. It was his divine duty and this didn’t bother you, as he always finds a way to make it up to you when he returns home. He was the god of death, and death was a part of mortal life. You couldn’t be upset that he took his role in the mortal world very seriously. 
Unfortunately, a war had broken out amongst the mortals, resulting in your sweet husband being away more frequent as of late. For the first few months, you were patient, engaging in activities with the other deities who inhabited Hades. Now, you spent most of your time in your empty castle, making excuses as to why you can’t attend banquets and other festivities amongst the gods. The truth was, you’ve grown restless being apart from your husband for so long, and it was starting to take a toll. 
Your husbands twin brother was very sweet, and you had a lot of time for him. In between his godly duties he would check in on you, sometimes bringing you a mix of brewed herbs to help you fall into a better asleep. Although you and your husband shared a home in The Underworld not one minute walk away from his twin, you always appreciated Hypnos checking in on you. 
It was dark- I mean, technically it was always dark due to living next to the river Lethe. The only part of The Underworld that was always in complete darkness, the one light you had emitting from a small candle by your bedside table. 
You were sipping from a chalice filled with steaming hot lavender and poppy leaves that Hypnos had brewed for you earlier this evening. You gazed into the candle, sitting upright in your bed, wearing nothing but a black satin night gown, your nipples hard poking through the fabric. 
You set the chalice down beside the candle hesitantly biting your lip. You wish you could say you were a good wife- one who didn’t have these constant fantasies and act upon them. You would never touch another man while your husband was gone- that was not you. But you did however, catch yourself daydreaming about your husband’s beautiful physique, especially his sculpted body pressed up against yours. These thoughts usually followed with you having to satisfy yourself to keep you sane.
You slide the straps of your nightgown down, revealing your breasts. It was cold this evening, but with the heat in your cheeks and core, you hardly even noticed. You pull your nightgown up, revealing your dripping mound. 
Sliding down the bed so you’re lying on your back, you take two fingers into your mouth and coat them with spit. Moving your hand down to your soaked core, you push your two fingers inside, gasping at how good your own fingers felt. 
You take your breast in your free hand, squeezing gently. You moved your fingers out of your glistening pussy, moving up to your swollen bud, rubbing quickly. Your head sinks into the pillow in pure pleasure, your climax fast approaching. 
You let out small breathless moans, rubbing your sensitive clit faster now that you can feel the familiar heat in the pit of your stomach.
You suddenly let out a shocked gasp at the feeling of thick, glove clad fingers grabbing your face, stopping you in your tracks immediately. 
“Don’t. Stop.” Honey eyes met yours, dark and filled with lust. 
“T-Thanatos!?” You croak, sitting upright in an instant, his hand not leaving your throat. You are instantly embarrassed being caught in the act, and your face felt like it was on fire. How long had he been watching you for? 
He continues his grasp on your throat, gently moving you back down into the bedsheets. “I said. Don’t. Stop. I want to see my sweet wife cum for me.” 
Your breath hitched in your throat as he moved down to your breasts, taking your hardened nipple in his mouth, sucking gently. 
You were so in shock that your husband was here with you, it was the last thing you were expecting this evening, and if you had known he was returning from the mortal realm, you would have put in some extra effort in to how you look. 
“You look fucking beautiful just as you are right now, my sweet wife.” He says smoothly, you momentarily forgetting you are bound together and can access each other’s thoughts when close. “Now, are you going to be a good little slut and cum for your husband?”
His honey eyes bore into yours for a moment, biting your lip, you nod your head, moving your hands down to your needy pussy. He lets out a dark chuckle against your skin, watching the scene in front of him with lustful eyes. 
You begin circling your clit again, picking up where you had left off. Your eyes fluttered closed, licking your bottom lip as you begin going faster. 
“That’s it (Y/N), I can see how close you are. Fuck, you look beautiful. Say my name baby I need to hear you say my name when you cum.” 
“T-Thanatos.” You choke out in between breathless moans. 
“Again.” He says grabbing your full breast in one hand, and your neck with his other. 
“Than- Thanatos I’m gonna..” Before you could get another word out, your orgasm hit you like a tonne of bricks. Still circling your swollen bud, you were moaning and writhing underneath your husband’s lustful gaze. 
Catching your breath, Thanatos releases his hold on your throat, quickly undoing his dark grey and black robes, exposing his throbbing member. Kicking his robes to the side, he pulls your legs towards him in one swift motion, bending them back so they were pinned behind your head. 
“Look at your pretty little cunt baby. It’s dripping for me.” He used the tip of his erect cock to tease your entrance, causing you to moan in desperation. With his thick grey fingers, he swipes up and down your folds, causing you to shiver in anticipation. 
“Please Thanatos. I need you- I need all of you.” You grabbed your husbands pale grey cheeks, bringing him down closer to you, pulling him in for an open mouth kiss that you’ve been craving ever since he last left. 
Your tongues danced against one another, and he thrust his hard cock into you, filling you up, the tight fit causing you to moan into his mouth. It always shocks you at just how thick he is, filling you up to the brim. Your eyes shoot open by the sudden entry, causing you to moan your husband’s name loudly. 
He grabs your flushed cheek in his hand, making you look into his honey coloured eyes, not missing a beat with each of his harsh thrusts. You could feel in this moment just how much he’s longed for you since you’ve been apart. Thanatos continues to plunge into you deeper with every thrust, lapping up every one of your little moans and whimpers, the sound making him animalistic.
You feel the coil tightening in the pits of your stomach, and you knew you were extremely close. 
“Husband, I’m so close...” You moan out. 
“Not yet, (Y/N),” Thanatos murmurs against your neck.  “If you dare cum right now you’ll be in trouble.” 
You wrap your legs around him, bringing your husband even closer than before, you’re not sure how much longer you can last. You start to feel tears form against your eyelashes, trying so hard to keep your climax at bay. 
Thanatos continues his fast pace, and you can feel his thick cock twitch inside you. “Now baby, cum on my cock princess.” 
With one last push against your cervix, he fills you up with hot cum, you both reaching your highs at the same time. Thanatos grunts against your neck, filling you up with his seed, his rapid pace continuing, riding out your high. 
Your husband pulls out of you slowly, and lays next to you in the bed breathless for a moment. You both just lie next to each other, both trying to catch your breath. Thanatos pulls you on top of him, so your head is laying against his broad, sculpted chest. You lay there together in blissful silence, revelling in each other’s company. 
“Gods, how I’ve missed you my love.” You say in just above a whisper. In this moment, you are delighted that your husband is home in your arms, but after that sex, as well as him being gone for so long, you can’t help get a little emotional, tears filling in your eyes, falling down onto your husband’s chest.
He hugs you tightly, planting a sweet kiss on your forehead. 
“Lord Hades has granted me a break, since I have been working so tirelessly of late.” Thanatos speaks gently, tucking a strand of hair behind your ears. “I am not leaving you, (Y/N). We can be together for as long as you need.” Your husband whispers, placing another delicate kiss against your temple. 
“I apologise that my duties mean that I’m always having to leave for months at a time, please know (Y/N) that my love for you is as strong as the day we married, and I will continue to love and worship you for the rest of my life.” Thanatos swears, rubbing up and down your back in a comforting manner, hoping that you forgive him for always having to be away.
“I love you too, husband. With my whole being. I would do anything for you.” You say in between a sniffle, wiping the remainder of your tears away. Thanatos gives you a reassuring smile, and presses a sweet kiss on your lips.
You snuggle closer into the crook of your husband’s neck, feeling at ease for the first time in a while. Although you knew he would inevitably be gone again, you couldn’t help but feel calm and relaxed hearing his steady heartbeats, pulling you into the best sleep you’ve had in a while.
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