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colibriskitea · 6 months
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Roomies I think, or just girlies camping out at agent 3’s place
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dawnatlas · 16 days
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neil josten the man that you are
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trashyshrew · 2 months
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murdrdocs · 3 months
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Idk if this is anything but Luke x unclaimed reader... you're in the same cabin and there's a small chance that you could have the same godly parent (you don't but no one knows that for sure) so it has the potential to be so wrong, but how can it be when he's making you feel so good??? It feels stepcest adjacent
MDNI 18+ ; DARK CONTENT pseudocest w/ LUKE CASTELLAN
It's quiet in the Hermes cabin. Luke tells you it's a rare sight, being the only two people in the cabin, and from your experience in the last couple of weeks, you know he's telling the truth.
Sometimes, it was so loud you couldn't hear yourself think. But your attempt at thinking would always go to a certain camp counselor with kind dark eyes and curly hair who happened to be a few beds beside you, so maybe it was best you couldn't hear yourself think.
But now, with no one else occupying the four walls other than yourself and Luke, all you can hear is your thoughts. Loud and all encompassing desires to get Luke closer to you than he should be, his hands on your body and his lips pressing into your skin.
That and the slick sounds of you and Luke's lips sliding together. The heavy breaths taking up the in between moments.
The sheer hunger of it all.
His large hands grip your shirt. Your hands tangle in his dark hair as if you're trying to pull it directly out of his scalp. You're not using your full strength, though, something you recently had to consider with your new discovery.
You have the urge to give Luke your all. Tug at his hair and his clothes until he's bare beneath you, push and pull him in malleable ways that you know he can take. Because he's like you.
He’s a demigod, just like you. Yet he’s been claimed. He knows who his father is, while you’re left in the dark.
The reminder pulls you away from Luke’s lips. He’s quick to accept the change, busying himself with kissing your neck, his large hands pressing in the center of your back to keep you against him.
Suddenly, everything is too warm. It’s too much yet not enough. You want to get away from Luke and also meld your bodies into one so that you can never separate.
“Luke, wait.”
He stops. His head lifts so his dark eyes can look at you. There’s a crease in between his eyebrows. He’s worried about you, it’s a look you know all too well.
“What is it? What’s wrong? Am I going too fast?”
Your head shakes. Your teeth connect with the plush of your bottom lip.
Luke sighs. You can tell he instantly knows what is wrong with you. “Don’t worry about it.” He brushes his thumb along the corner of your mouth just before he brushes a kiss into the same spot.
“We’re not related.”
“But how can you be sure?”
He can’t. You know it.
Luke isn’t one to lie. Not to you. So he shrugs.
“I can’t.”
You step away from him but his hand wraps around your wrist. “But I know.” His eyes flick between yours, back and forth and back and forth, before they find your lips again.
He leans in tentatively this time, like he’s unsure if you’re going to pull away or not. You don’t. Instead, you stay completely still, only reciprocating in the softest purse of your lips against his. Sensing how uneasy you still are, he attempts to reassure you once more.
“I know in my heart that we aren’t related. Okay? Does that make you feel any better?” He's trying to be patient, you can tell, but his words are slightly too snappy. A little aggressive.
His attempts at reassurance barely calm your worries, but the thud between your thighs is becoming more prominent by the moment and you need some form of satisfaction.
“Okay,” you whisper against Luke lips before you let him take all of you once more.
He leads you back to your bed, settling himself above you where he slots a leg between your thighs. Your shirt is lifted over your head and thrown to the side, your bra straps are pulled down to give Luke more skin to work with, he starts to undo the button of your pants and at this point you’re not worried about any parental connection.
Unfortunately, Lukes words bring you back. They make you feel dirtier.
“Besides, even if we were, this is too good to stop. Isn’t it?”
Because it is.
The pleasure Luke brings you is one you fear you’ll never get from anyone else, human or demigod. Maybe it’s because he knows you so well, both of you being the offspring of Gods. Or maybe it’s because he is you. Maybe your genetic makeup is so similar that he can't help but know your body as if it is his.
The thoughts are too much for your brain to handle right now and instead of focusing on them any longer, you focus on the feeling of Luke introducing one of his lithe digits into your walls.
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glorious-spoon · 4 months
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i respect the school coach/counselor steve movement, but in my heart of hearts i know that steve is going to grow up and become a hairstylist. he'd love it. the bitchy gossip, the human drama, the satisfaction of making someone feel comfortable and look how they want to look
maybe he follows robin to the big city for college. tries a couple of classes, drops out, goes to cosmetology school
(does NOT tell the kids until after he's finished. they still tease him within an inch of his life, but like - whatever. he fought interdimensional monsters on like five different occasions before he was old enough to legally drink, he can handle dustin hassling him for knowing what a strand test is)
(eddie is not around to hear about this. he lit out of town as soon as he finished summer school, diploma in hand. steve can't blame him. hawkins was never a good place for eddie munson, and even after the murder charges were cleared, it got worse)
(he still misses the guy, though. they ended up hanging out a lot that summer, and it sort of felt like the start of... something, but it'll take years for steve to work out exactly what)
anyway, eventually he uses some of his government hush money to set up a salon. he settles into his life as a regular person, and it's nice, it's good, it really is. eventually he gets around to figuring out why eddie's over the top flirting always made him feel clumsy and thrilled, and that's another part of himself that he settles into. finds some more family. some more community
he still keeps in touch with the hawkins crew, of course. robin lives nearby, and dustin calls all the time. nancy, too, when she can. she's overseas now reporting in war zones. it was never gonna work out between them
he hasn't seen eddie munson in almost ten years on a brisk day in february when the door to the salon swings open to admit a swirl of snow and a lanky figure wrapped leather, and steve drops the clipper he's holding and thinks, shit, what happened now and then, absurdly on the heels of that, he's going to freeze dressed like that
and then he's crossing the salon to yank eddie into a hug and getting hugged back just as hard, and ten years feels like nothing all of a sudden, and maybe he wasn't too late, maybe neither of them were, maybe they were right on time.
(eddie drifted out of touch with almost all of them other than dustin, who was tenacious, brilliant, and just unprincipled enough to track him down every time he moved
he told eddie to look up steve when he moved to the city, and eddie did, then dithered outside the door for twenty minutes freezing his ass off before he could make himself go in)
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izzypaw · 2 months
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another custom!! my queue is finally empty, yay!
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harveywritings92 · 1 year
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[Civvy! Reader hears a noise coming from their backyard, and goes to check, she turns on the backyard lights and sees a parade of armed men standing there; guns drawn, they freeze, she stares at them blankly before pointing at the one in skull mask whose closest to the door.]
R/n, to Ghost: ....Are you guys on drugs?
{Ghost stares at her in a combo of intrigue that she wasn’t scared of him and in bafflement at that being the first thing she asks when seeing a bunch of armed men in her back garden....He looks at Gaz, who shrugs then back at R/n.}
Ghost: No.
R/n:
R/n: Am I drugs?
{Again the men stare at her baffled.]
Ghost: No?
R/n: Right, should I just turn off the lights, go back to bed and forget I saw anything?
Ghost: That would probably be for the best.
[R/n nods shuts the lights off, and assumingly goes back to bed.]
Soap, holding back a laugh: *snort* What the hell was that?
Ghost: Nothing, get back to it.
[They proceed to raid her neighbors house, Ghost makes sure to memorize R/n’s address since this encounter sparked his attention.]
(PART 2)
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lorn-art · 1 year
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Take me instead
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RE: Gale’s Arcane Hunger
I’ve seen a lot of people talking about how Gale’s too incompetent to actually get artefacts for himself, instead relying on the player/Tav.
HOWEVER.
My take on the matter is this: he *is* fully capable of getting artefacts for himself. However, he’s now part of a team looking to save the world and as such has to be incredibly careful not only of what could be useful in the future, but of stealing that which belongs to other people.
His going to Tav (often the de facto leader) isn’t because he’s incapable. It’s because he’s asking permission, in a roundabout way. It’s less “get this for me” and more “what are you willing to part with?” or “what is of the least risk to all of us if I destroy it?”
That will be all.
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heartmush · 8 months
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new moon 🌙
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puppyeared · 7 months
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MK learns about silverfish from real life
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lover-of-skellies · 4 months
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.... h u h
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lgbtlunaverse · 7 months
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So since mxtx has said that in novel canon nie huaisang is eventually going to end up being chief cultivator we can presume the headshaker thing, while based on his existing personality, was in fact an act and he is way more competent at his job than he's let on. And with Jin Guangyao dead and gone he has no reason to put on that act anymore.
Imagine being an Nie cultivator. Your flopppy incompetent sect leader comes home from traumatic events after it turns out his older brother's sworn brother- who's been over to your sect basically every other week for years now- is the one that killed said brother and you're fully prepared for tears and dramatics. And while you definitley don't like lianfang-zun since it just came out he killed your last (way more competent) sect leader he was sorta the one holding the sect together so you're bracing yourself for the worst, and instead he's... stoic? Paperwork is suddenly getting done well and on time without help. He's not wailing during negotiations anymore and you're getting actual good trade deals for the first time in over a decade. He answers questions now? With something other than "I don't know i don't know i really don't know!"
And even if you had none of the revelations wei wuxian had in guanyin temple, slowly the realization creeps up on you that all his earlier embarassing antics that cost your family their comfortable livelihoods and your sect their good name was on purpose. And from there it's not that hard to put two and two together. The rest of the cultivation world assumes the shock of jin guangyao's betrayal has finally forced the headshaker to grow up a little but you have worked side by side with him for a decade, probably even watched him grow up under his brother's rule. You know better.
How do you feel at that point? What can you even do? He's your sect leader. And he's finally doing his job, things are looking up, shouldn't you feel relieved? It' not like his incompetence really caused any deaths among the nie, just wiped out generational wealth and reputation that will take years and years to build back up. Is it really reasonable to only start hating someone for something when they've stopped doing it? Thereby proving that they were capable of stopping all along?
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trashyshrew · 6 months
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netherknit · 1 year
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kechi kechi
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flames-tstuff · 1 month
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AAAAHHHH I'm having so many thoughts about Fizz feeling insecure (i.e. that scene towards the end of the Mammon episode) and Ozzie taking it upon himself to reassure and cheer him up with tickles 🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭
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