Omg I Absolutely Cannot Wait For Sharing Is Caring Aghhhhh Your My Favorite Writer Ever. Xxxx

Omg i absolutely cannot wait for sharing is caring aghhhhh your my favorite writer ever. Xxxx

HELP OH MY GOD THANK YOU!

i am sorry if they take a bit of time to come out since i literally thought of all yesterday!! i’m so glad you like my writing thank you for reading x

Love, just curious, I don't want to be the only one watching here lmao. Have you ever watch last night in soho? I know Sam Claflin only appeared not for long but the plot of the movie is giving many open ideas for writing 😭😭

i sadly have not watched yet i know he’s in it but i always forget and he’s eclipsed my love matt smith ahaha maybe i’ll give it a watch when i have the time and get back to you ❤️

AM I RIGHT?? TALKING TO HIM WHILST HES STILL IN BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS?

“mum was wondering what we wanted to eat tonight.” your brother was impatient, as well as lazy, so he stood by the entrance to the waterfall, only your head seemed to be in view.

“i want…” finnick thrusted two fingers into you, no warning at all, “god!” your brother cocked his head to side, “didn’t know you were religious.”

STFU because the going down on you in the water brother bsf finnick shittt eatttts. Like what if he wakes up and finnick literally hides underwater BUT KEEPS GOING DOWN ON YOU LIKE HELLLOOOOO

OH YOU ARE EVIL TOO

@necromelli

i’ve seen a lot of writers get hate for writing for the pjo fandom and i feel bad, honestly. you are a writer writing about one of your favourite books and being able to provide lovers of the exact same books with the opportunity to see themselves in the books, to see themselves alongside their favourite people. it isn’t weird, we’re not imagining ourselves, we’re imagining, the reader having the time of your life! and if you find that odd then there’s nothing we can do. nothing is disgusting, nothing is targeting the cast of the series. it’s fictional and about fictional characters, not the cast. you need to get over yourselves and if you find it odd then skip out on it.

SCROLL.

stop harassing people for writing about what they love, if it is honestly weird and gross and targeting the cast then that’s seperate.

honestly ive been so obsessed with luke castellan x reader where reader is percy's sister lately 😭 could u do anything, let your mind run wild, of percy finding out abt luke and y/n together (persassy; fluff)

it would be an honor ✊🏽🫡 it’ll be posted by tomorrow roughly so keep checking my blog or the luke tag for when it’s out ❤️

oh my god i am honoured 😌🫶🏽

KILLER WALE. luke castellan

description. when luke chases you, most of the fun comes with what happens next.

includes. suggestive content MDNI, GN!reader, chasing, hunter/prey vibes, luke lifts r once, size kink vibes, dom!luke

wc: 1k+

a/n: inspired by luke saying "they know better"

Footsteps sound from behind you, heavy and thunderous as they snap twigs and leaves with each step. You know he’s not attempting to be stealthy. He wants you to know he’s right on you. He wants you a little scared.

You try to pretend you’re not, but your heart is thumping with more than exertion.

You, on the other hand, run as light as you can. Lodging your sneakers amongst the in-between spots, searching for the softest part of the ground to press into. You hope he's not checking for foot prints, you can't afford time to cover your tracks.

Speed is your main concern, and Luke Castellan is fast. He's agile. And he's going to catch you. it's only a matter of time before you're wrapped in his arms and left at his mercy.

No matter how many times you and Luke rehearse this dance, changing moves throughout, the ending is always the same. 

He gives you a head start only to catch up in less than a minute. He runs a little bit slower only to eventually have you in his arms. No matter how much mercy he chooses to give you, you always lose.

He's always the winner.

(Yet, with the reward he chooses, you figure that you both win in the end)

Luke snaps a twig diagonal to your left and sings your name. He's smiling, you can hear it in the syllables. Just as you know he's going to catch you, he knows the same.

He's a natural at this. He was born with something you weren't. Something you had to work to gain. Something he had to train you in, and even then the skill wasn't completely hardwired into your body.

Still, he must have taught you something because it is pure instinct whenever your body sends you to the right.

You weave between trees, bouncing off of rocks with trained deftness. If luke wasn’t hunting you like you were prey currently, you would boast to him about your improvement. Instead, you worry about how you're accidentally triggering the loud crunch of leaves along the way. You're breathing too hard, too, you can't really help it, and you figure that at this point you should try to hide.

You thought you would have more time, maybe a little more distance to adequately prepare yourself, but you turn around the base of a large tree and then you’re being pulled into his chest, lifted off the ground a little without much effort from him.

You hadn't heard him get closer to you, or maybe you misinterpreted where he was the entire time. Still, it doesn't matter because you've been caught.

You try to squirm out of his grasp. Maybe get away and buy yourself some more time. After all, it's not over until you've given up. Until he's made you submit.

But Luke's strong. His arms aren't budging and after only a few fruitless seconds of trying to escape, you go limp.

He’s laughing as he's putting you down facing that same tree, not even gracing you with the sight of his face. He cages you against bark by pushing his groin into your ass and pressing both of his hands into the tree on either side of your head. He's a little tired, too, breathing just loud enough for you to hear.

When he rests his forehead against the back of your neck, you can feel how damp his skin is. It makes you proud. Finally, you'd given Luke a real challenge. Gone were the times where he had you in his arms within five minutes.

"Longest you've lasted," he admits, laughing a little against your skin before he presses a kiss there.

You're about to say something snarky and full of pride, feeling like you're allowed to brag this once. But Luke speaks before you can even think of a reply.

“But you know better, don't you?” He speaks next to your ear, his cheek soft against your earlobe and your own cheek with the proximity. You know the question isn't rhetorical, he expects you to respond.

You're too headstrong to do so. Too upset at having been caught again.

As if to prompt you, Luke nudges the side of your face with his nose. "Hm? Don't you, angel?"

He removes one hand from the rough bark to run it down your side, gripping your hip with enough strength to warn you. 

Don't try to run, he's telling you.

With where this is leading, you wouldn't dream of it.

You sigh with a little too much attitude. It's harsh, a small growl almost forming in your throat like you're one of Hades' own creatures and not Luke's lover.

He briefly comments on your behavior with a tut, digging into your side and pulling you back against him with more force. "You know how I get when you're like this." 

It's not a threat or a warning. He likes when you have some bite. The stiff erection in his pants is testament.

His head ducks and he nips at your neck. "Answer me."

You might as well. Especially if you want to get what you want.

"Yes, luke."

"'Yes' what?"

"I know better."

He hums a little appreciatively. Like he's pleased.

His hand circles around to the front of your shorts where he pops the button and slides the zipper down. He slips his hand into the gap created, pressing two fingers into the damp spot of your underwear. His free hand grips your chin, turning your head to the side so he can fully stare down at you.

There's a hard look in his eyes. The deep brown, practically black, is full of arrogance. The look of a winner.

"And what else do you know?" He's slid his hand under the elastic of your underwear at this point. He's not wasting any time, and you understand that there's no point in prolonging things.

This time, you're quick to respond, letting your head fall back to rest against the solid flesh of Luke's chest as you wrap a hand around his wrist to ground yourself.

"You'll always catch me," comes your response, a little breathless.

That only makes Luke grin wider. Bigger. More triumphant.

"That's right."