The Hound of Hades

THE HOUND OF HADES did you ever hear of a girl called cerberus? No, that's why it's fucking Celine. "we belong way down below." guard dog

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ofmoxie​:

“The crassness, the way they feel like they’re owed something for trying, the assumption that you’re interested when they’re subpar at best; take your pick.” She answered with a smirk, even as a faint shrug lifted one shoulder. “I’m not saying you even meant it in that context, but the delivery was - something else.” Even with the glint of trouble hiding just behind her amber eyes, Gia continued the conversation. “I’m more of a cocktail girl, honeyed liquors at a push if we’re talking neat…Sweet and strong can be a potent mix.” Her eyes lingered a moment longer, wandering over the woman with lazy appreciation until the proposition was offered. Gia’s own expression relaxing into a smile, a comfortable one. 

So she could also be kind of adorable - What a dangerous combination that was. “You’re cute, talk about driving a hard bargain.” She added with a playful lull, leaning in slightly before continuing. “But I certainly don’t mind a little trouble - And when I get you to smile, it’ll be genuine.” It was hardly integral anyway, yet she didn’t doubt it would be oh so rewarding to witness when not wrapped up in an ultimatum. “I’m sure we’ve both heard that bigoted expression enough in our lives, there’s no need unless it’s real…Besides, I’m owed a break regardless, and if it means the pleasure of your company, well..” She trailed off, fingertips sliding a honeyed whiskey off the shelf before she fluttered a few in mockery of a wave at her coworker. Met with nothing but a shit-eating grin, she assumed his agreement as she rounded the bar, head inclining to the pint of beer on the countertop. “It’s a no drinking on the shop floor kind of policy, so care to join me?”          

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      Cerberus wouldn’t assume the woman was interested but as she watched her move around behind the bar - her shoulder lifting for a moment, the fabric of her clothing adjusting as she did and falling in unison - she certainly wanted her to be. That want was what kept Cerberus’ gaze held when sweet lips spoke of honeyed liquor. “I wouldn’t assume I was owed anything for trying,” she responded the the woman’s initial words, her own gaze focused to indicate while she wasn’t owed anything she certainly was trying.

        Cerberus leaned forward as well, less obviously, her posture in it’s precise position simply bringing her shoulders forward an inch or two. “I’ll try and keep it until you’ve found your way to it naturally then,” she responded, watching the bartender draw back and away, moving to grab what was needed from the shelf with a casual grasp and an amused farewell to her co-worker. Each movement seemed both purposeful in it’s design to seduce while entirely natural and relaxed, Cerberus was a little envious, not sure if she ever seemed natural or relaxed. It wasn’t like she was stiff but she moved as though she had a destination in mind, always.

         Even slipping off her barstool Ceberus didn’t linger by it. Her hands picked up the beer as she slid down and immediately she stepped towards her now companion for the evening, dark navy heels stepping directly in front of one another carrying Cerberus to the woman so specifically that she she stopped she was only an inch or two away, holding her cool beer to her core, condensation staining her shirt. “I would love to join you,” Cerberus answered, her free hand, now that she could actually reach the woman brushing her hair over her shoulder with the backs of her fingers, prints on them lingering on her shoulder.

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ofmoxie​:

“True.” She professed, a sultry smile clinging to her lips as she held her gaze, lulled in by that unapologetic tone of voice. The confidence exuding from the woman was simply palpable, deliciously so. No brash and overbearing pretentiousness but a quiet sort of storm, one promising destruction should it chose - And one Gia couldn’t seem to deter thoughts of getting swept up in. “And perhaps. But it sounds far better falling from your lips than most that come in here.”   

She knew she was potentially being a little forward, but it currently held no sign of making the brunette uncomfortable and honestly, she couldn’t seem to help herself. There was simply something a little - melancholy about her. Possibly not the most avid of descriptors, but a shouldered weight at the very least she felt compelled to lighten briefly. “You certainly have a point with that one. I can’t say I’ve ever been able to perfect that kind of look quite so adequately, but i’m sure it helps filter out most of the idiots.” She only hummed in affirmation at the request, pulling a pint of a darker draft before sliding it over. “I’m told it’s the best in Greece - Wish I could tell you if that’s true, but beer’s not really my thing.” 

        “What makes others less appealing?” Cerberus asked, watching her bartender with no recognition. That was rather the problem with being from the Underworld, there were a lot of Gods that could go by under her nose as she’d never seen them the way others might have. Celine knew the dead and those close to it but really that was all.

          Cerberus certainly wasn’t uncomfortable, if she had better social skills maybe she would have known what was happening enough to assert that she liked it but she tended to not know when anyone kind was being flirtatious until they were overtly obvious - arseholes it was always very clear when they were flirting and she did not appreciate that. “What do you like to drink? Maybe you could join me if you wouldn’t get in trouble. I’ll even smile if it helps allow you to take a break.”

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love-and-eros​:

Amalia released a low moan at Celine's words, her hips moving to get the woman's fingers where she wanted them. Shivers echoed through her body as she felt her thumb graze her clit. "Yes," she whimpered. "I want you to fuck me until all I can say is your name. Make me beg you to stop and you keep going anyway."

She smirked at Celine's tone, ready to tease her about trying to get her fired anyway but then she was finally given what she wanted: her heavenly long fingers inside Amalia's dripping pussy. The goddess of lust was left gasping from the sharp pleasure on her clit, the satisfying fullness of Celine's fingers, and the dirty words that left her body buzzing for the promise of what was to come. All bets were off now as she released a loud moan at the faster pace, throwing her head back against the wall. Her hips tried to keep pace with Celine's fingers, occasionally falling behind when her thumb pressed sent a shock through her after hitting a particularly sensitive spot on her clit. "Fuck! Yes! Fuck me in every fucking way possible," she cried.

But Amalia also wanted to taste Celine. Her hand travelled up her shirt, grateful that the gorgeous woman wasn't wearing a bra as her thumb circled around her erect nipple. She wanted so desperately to tear Celine's shirt off of her, but she wasn't quite strong enough to and there was no way she would request for her to stop her assault on her pussy. Instead, her other hand found her other breast, so she could efficiently knead the soft flesh as her lips latched onto the skin at the apex of her neck, sucking and biting into it.

         The exceptional sight of Amalia’s moans escaping her kiss shaped lips as she rocked forward into Celine’s hand was a position Celine found worthy of envy, not quite sure as to why the woman seemed, quite thoroughly, so intoxicating. Even without powers the Gods had their ways and Amalia was still Eros deep down, still the Goddess of lust with a heavenly form, heavenly sounds, and heavenly expressions that made each reaction enticing. Gasping and shuddering and vulgarities all brought a heightening to Celine’s own wants, her thumb focusing on creating pressure whenever she was able to create an inconsistency in Amalia’s movements.

          Of course, Celine couldn’t stop her own reactions either, the thumb circling her nipple causing the woman to bite down on her lower lip, eyes closing for a few moments to feel the sensation run down her body. “You won’t be able to beg for anything when my pussy is on your lips,” Celine stated, intended as a determined and stern assertion but a weakness to her words because Amalia’s touch and the feeling of her throbbing clit was making Celine’s own pussy crave attention. “I’m going to fuck your sweet tongue until I cum and then...,” Celine moaned, her own hips continuing to rock with the movement of her fingers. “I’m going to bury my strap deep inside you, beautiful.”

           With her words Celine removed her fingers from Amalia, as hard as that was to do and stepped back. Her tongue left her mouth to lick at the wetness along her fingers as she slowly walked backwards to the edge of her desk. When they seemed all but clean she began to remove her clothing, her top first, exposing the pert nipples Amalia had been playing with. Then went her boots and her skin tight jeans that when removed dragged her wetness down between her thighs to show just how excited she had become. 

             “You see how wet you made me playing with you?” Celine asked, leaning herself against her desk and spreading her thighs open, pretty pink pussy lips shining in the light.

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heraclesfm​:

heracles   gave   no   ground   to   his   enemies.   he   never   had   –   would   not   show   fear,   would   not   retreat.   the   closest   any   had   brought   him   to   it   was   the   DOWNPOUR   of   grief   that   hera   had   forced   him   to   wreak   on   himself   time   and   time   again.   yet   cerberus’   words   almost   made   him   step   back.   he   squared   his   shoulders   and   did   not   move,   but   his   own   blue   eyes   reflected   a   whirlwind   of   shock,   hurt,   GUILT.   

❛   cerberus   …   ❜   he   was   not   entirely   sure   what   to   say.   he   could   not   claim   that   he   had   thought   of   her,   considered   the   impact   of   the   labor,   because   he   had   not.   beyond   the   brief   understanding   that   he   could   NOT   let   eurystheus   keep   her   as   a   prize,   there   had   been   little   weighing   of   it.   he   doubted   that   an   apology   would   mean   much   to   her   at   all,   hesitated   to   attempt   one.   for   something   this   terrible,   and   surely   said   so   clumsily   ?   he   was   not   a   man   known   for   his   skill   with   words.   he   was   not   a   man   known   for   HUMBLING   himself,   either.   

something   in   him   hardened   when   that   damned   word   crossed   her   lips   :   HERO.   the   problem   with   becoming   a   legend   ?   you   had   no   control   over   what   you   were   storied   for.   heracles   did   not   believe   in   his   own   mythology.   he   had   not   taken   cerberus   for   the   GLORY   of   it.   he   had   not   done   a   single   one   of   those   damn   labors   for   the   glory   of   it.   it   was   supposed   to   be   a   penitence.   it   was   supposed   to   be   a   PUNISHMENT.

❛   i   am   not   a   hero,   ❜   he   managed   finally,   almost   surprised   that   he   could   pull   the   words   out.   ❛   never   thought   i   was.   i   was   ordered   by   the   gods   to   follow   eurystheus’   every   damn   command   to   …   redeem   me   after   what   i’d   done,   but   there’s   no   coming   back   from   that,   not   ever.   ❜   he   was   clean   in   the   eyes   of   the   law,   but   he   did   not   have   to   live   with   only   the   law.   he   had   to   live   with   HIMSELF.   ❛   i   remember   every   second   of   every   fight.   i   could   tell   you   exactly   how   long   it   took   for   me   to   knock   you   out,   but   you   know   that   already.   that   isn’t   a   time   in   my   life   i   have   the   –   the   LUXURY   of   forgetting.   ❜   the   good   times,   the   faces   of   his   first   family   ;   those   were   what   grew   dimmer   with   each   year.   ❛   but   you’re   right.   i   didn’t   know   what   i’d   done   to   you.   and   once   i’d   got   you   back,   i   didn’t   care.   i   was   just   glad   to   be   finished   with   it.   and   that’s   …   pretty   fucked   up.   ❜

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          Humans responded in such specific ways, predictable for the most part, and to some degree, because he was not a full God, Cerberus had rather expected a terribly human response from Heracles - to lie. She imagined he would say he did care, that he regretted terribly what he had done to her and that he knew there was nothing he could do to make it up to her. Mortal ramblings to assuage guilt rather than make any actual confrontation of the truth to their actions. So when Heracles did seem capable of honesty Cerberus was quiet.

         “No, it’s isn’t,” she stated upon the conclusion of his words. “Or maybe it is.” Cerberus continued to focus on the feeling of her hands, on the knowledge she had control of her body and Heracles had no purpose in harming her. Somehow it assuage a part of her that she wasn’t entirely wrong but was not entirely right. He had abandoned the notion of what he’d done to her, what it might leave her scarred with, but not to be a hero, rather to be able to ignore what could possibly scar him. “Maybe it’s not either. I don’t know.”

         Cerberus blinked, wiping the remainder of the tears that had welled in her eyes but not fallen away from them. He was right though, the internal decision he’d made not to apologise. Cerberus much preferred his honesty to an apology made for the sake of tears, because even if he was sorry, apologies rarely changed anything so much as the truth could and she required a very specific truth from him now.

           “What would you have done? If you were tasked with the same quest, bringing me to Eurystheus, and I had not appeared as my true form but rather in this mortal one? Would you have still taken me to him because it was what you were told to do?” Cerberus asked. There was a heavy and direct sternness to her words that suggested there was a right answer and a wrong one, especially since the request had never been to kill her but to defeat her. 

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ofmoxie​:

“And a gorgeous face it is too.” Gia noted, a lightness to her words despite the honesty behind it. “Doesn’t stop you seeming like the type plotting a hundred ways to kill a man on any given day, but hey, so long as I’m not on your hit list….” Hazel eyes glittered with vague amusement, a faint shrug following suit before she nodded at the request. “Beer it is. Any preference?”  

         Women were so generous, Ceberus’ eyes lingering on the opposing woman as she took in the gentle dimple to her chin, the heart shape to her face. “It is,” Cerberus agreed with nearly no hesitance. “I have a gorgeous everything, but so do you,” unlike the other womans light tone Cerberus’ own was as strict as her face, deadly honest, confrontationally so. “You probably hear that all night as a bartender,” she noted.

         “I suppose seeming like that helps keep me from actually needing to kill a man one of a hundred ways,” she offered up, her own eyes of their distinct blue shade that matches the waters of the Underworld focusing in on her bartenders shining hazel stare. “Whatever you think tastes good.”

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persephonefm​:​

poppy   had   come   in   especially   early   today   to   sort   through   a   new   shipment   of   flowers   –   she   preferred   to   grow   them   herself,   but   that   was   not   always   feasible.   she   was   practically   buried   in   petals   in   a   back   room   as   she   ensured   that   each   and   every   bud   was   carefully   tended   to.   she   had   thought   that   she   would   be   left   without   customers   for   awhile,   but   quickly   moved   to   disentangle   herself   as   the   bell   on   the   door   rang   and   someone   called   her   name.

she   fixed   a   friendly   smile   onto   her   face   as   she   smoothed   down   her   bright   yellow   pinafore   and   stepped   out   to   greet   her   visitor.   ❛   that’s   me   !   how   can   i   help   you   ?   ❜   she   had   a   feeling   that   something   was   WRONG,   but   she   did   not   want   to   make   the   other   woman   uncomfortable   with   personal   questions   from   someone   that   she   did   not   know.

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            Flicking the business card back and forth she lifted her gaze when there was movement from the back, Persephone stepping forward with a brightly coloured pinafore that heavily contrasted Cerberus’ own style. There had always been a stark difference between how the girl’s presented themselves, even when you disregarded Cerberus’ monstrous form, but it still felt more obvious now with the pair of them meant to be presenting as mortals.

            “I uh -,” Cerberus realised she hadn’t thought of a false purpose to bring her inside, usually much more prepared than this. “I uh - I though I might buy myself some flowers.” That sounded sad but at the same time Cerberus wasn’t overly concerned with sounding anything specific, Persephone had never made her feel poorly for who she was, so...why would she now? She just couldn’t imagine it. “I actually haven’t had flowers in a long time.” Since you. “So whatever you’d recommend.”

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Deep Affections || Persephone&Cerberus

          Cerberus had told herself she wasn’t going to approach Persephone, that when she’d found her working at the flower shop she simply needed to observe and protect. Hades had to be the one to speak with her first because if anyone was going to jolt her back to her memories it would be him but the puppy was weak. Her run in with Heracles had reminded her of how much she missed the God’s presence however, her kindness helping her through the darkest portion of her existence until this curse had come. It was selfish, more selfish than she knew she should be, but all she wanted was to feel Persephone’s arms around her.

         So she gave in.

         The scent of various flowers overwhelmed the woman as she stepped inside, much more used to the various aftershaves of Hades men and the vape liquids that filled the club. This smelled like her though, floral and overwhelmingly comforting, and as luck would have it she was the only one in the store, perhaps because it was so early in the morning, most had not even risen, let alone had their morning coffee. Cerberus allowed her boots to carry her to the counter, dressed so contrastingly to how she had been with Heracles. The slim fitting dress she wore only for Narcissus, or Ambrose as he called himself now, was replaced with cargo pants and a tank top, covered by a leather jacket.

           “Poppy?” she asked, picking up a business card from the counter. It didn’t have the same ring as Persephone but it suited.

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heraclesfm​:

the   labors   of   heracles   were   legend   that   every   hero   to   come   after   him   had   aspired   to   –   that   every   hero   to   come   after   him   had   failed   to   repeat.   they   were   physical   feats   without   parallel,   and   they   should   have   been   his   greatest   triumphs.   but   they   were   not.   he   had   done   them   against   his   will   and   he   had   done   them   GRIEVING.   it   was   the   first   time   in   his   life   that   he   had   been   forced   into   servitude,   but   it   had   not   been   the   last.

he   remembered   every   task   with   a   detail   that   occasionally   surprised   him.   he   had   fought,   killed,   KIDNAPPED   in   a   fog.   he   had   been   sharp   enough   to   win,   keenly   at   alert,   but   his   emotions   were   slowly   shutting   down.   he   already   had   blood   on   his   hands,   had   already   committed   a   sin   far   worse   than   any   of   the   humiliations   eurystheus   could   force   on   him,   so   what   did   it   MATTER   ?   seeing   cerberus’   defeated   form   shift   into   a   human   body   was   one   of   the   first   things   to   genuinely   registered.  

he   snorted   quietly   at   her   not   quite   properly   cold   response   ;   he   had   been   many   things,   but   IRRELEVANT   had   never   really   been   one   of   them.   a   man   like   him   had   a   way   of   drawing   attention.   he   did   not   call   her   out   on   it   and   let   her   go.   his   gaze   briefly   flicked   over   her   bruised   knuckles,   evaluating.   to   prepare   for   a   fight   was   second   nature.  

his   head   tilted   at   her   question,   almost   confused.   ❛   yeah,   i   do.   i   remember   all   of   ‘em.   ❜   she   was   not   someone   easily   forgotten.   ❛   besides,   you   SURPRISED   me.   ❜   he   could   bluster   as   well   as   the   best   of   them,   but   he   saw   no   point   to   it   now.   he   was   a   brutally   honest   man.   he   had   expected   a   lot   of   things   from   the   famed   hound   of   hell,   but   what   he   had   gotten   was   not   one   of   them.   she   was   as   fierce   as   warned   of,   though.   ❛   being   human   full   time   now   must   be   a   hell   of   thing.   ❜

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          It didn’t matter that the snort was quiet, it was still noticeable. Of course his ego was just as large as it always had been. Heracles, demi-god and destroyer of monsters, a hero of Olympus and of Greece itself. He may not have called her out with his words but his snort felt emotionally destructive regardless. Maybe he saw that, the way his laugh caused her to look away, for her lips to tighten. What was she meant to say? That she knew he was not irrelevant but it was easier to pretend he was than face how terrifying he was in her mind?

             Cerberus’ hands rest at her core, the woman trying to keep herself together as he answered her, voice far more distant a memory than his face, no doubt changed by the years he’d lived beyond their meeting regardless. Heracles remembered them all though, she wished she had the strength in her to snort as he had at that. He didn’t remember them, she didn’t believe so anyway, in her mind he remembered his victories not his victims. "I surprised you?” The words perhaps were meant to be kind, imply some greatness to her, but the blues to her eyes seemed even more ocean like as tears started to appear on her lower lash line. Being human kept making her so emotional, reacting to things faster than she could control them. 

             The woman, wetness to her gaze, stepped closer, filling the distance she’d created for them so she could speak words she knew mortals should not hear. “I surprised you,” she repeated, gaze on his. “You made me unable to sleep for weeks, existing in my human form whenever I closed my eyes to try because being in it was what saved me. I still wake up feeling like I can’t breathe some nights, like I’m begging for breath with your hands around my throats,” Cerberus spoke with quivering lips. 

            Once more Cerberus looked away, hands leaving her core to wipe at her eyes, a few people passing looking at the pair but the gesture subtle enough no one presumed anything untoward was happening. “You don’t remember me, Heracles, you decided to leave me and any notion of what you’d actually done to me at that cave entrance in Mycenae so you could go and be a ‘hero.’” Cerberus’ hands came down to her hips, fingerprints touching the fabric and attempting to ground herself as she swallowed. She couldn’t actually know how he’d reacted, and she was probably wrong, but in no universe could she fathom him actually caring about anything she’d said. He hadn’t become a ‘hero,’ in quotation marks, he’d become a Hero, with a capital H, why would he care?

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ofmoxie​:

It had been an exceptionally busy night for a week day. A combination of low staffing and high demand serving to keep Gia busy for the majority of her shift – Yet the late night lull had come as quickly as the unexplained evening rush had started. An interval she was thankful for, finally able to dry up some of the wine glasses that had accumulated behind the bar as her attention shifted to someone taking up residency on one of the stools. “You look pretty lost in your own world there, can I get you a drink to go with all that brooding?”

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          “I’m not brooding, this is just my face,” Celine offered. Which was mostly true, it could be said she was rather known for perpetually brooding since it wasn’t like people told dogs they needed to smile more, there was no societal expectation thrust upon her since her youth to do so the way most women would have experienced. “I will take a drink regardless. A beer.” It was too early in the week for hard liquors.

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ferrymans-fee​:

Garrett bit the inside of his cheek to hide the scowl he wanted to let loose. So sorry he did not respond to her archaic nickname. But he wasn’t going to say that out loud, at least not on the clock. You’re getting paid for this, Garrett. Stranger things have happened on the job before.

“Oh. Yes. My apologies,” came the grunted reply. He swiftly, but not without grace, closed the back door and slid into the driver’s seat. “Are there any stops along the way or is it a straight trip?” he asked from the front as he pulled up the requested divider.

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        “Just the final destination,” she answered, pushing the fabric of her dress from her shoulders awkwardly, the fabric so tight it didn’t quite enjoy being pulled and pushed. “Do people usually ask you to make stops?” Cerberus asked, her innate interest getting sort of the better of her. In her mind all she could think was ‘who would ask the Ferryman to make some stops?’ and ‘why would he agree?’

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mind-the-minthe​:

“I beg to differ pup, green was my color for centuries,” although Cerberus was no longer furry she still had her bite and as much as that little voice in his head screamed for him to run he had always been attracted to the danger, “Would you believe me if I said I got lost?- You should, because I did. I just so haaappened to come across the bar since it was the only familiar place in the area.” She was partially right. He only knew what the bar looked like because he had staked it out multiple times before, but he believed he was justified in his actions. When someone came back from the dead they held A LOT of grudges.

“Of course, but only if you join me,” He locked arms with the bouncer and placed his head on her shoulder, “I really missed you, you were my only friend in the underworld for such a long time.”

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         “Well I can still prefer you in other shades,” she reasoned, besides no one was ever worth the time of a person who didn’t want them. Minthe specifically had been kind of fucked over, it wasn’t something to expect anyone to get over quickly but by now? Well by now Minthe could surely do better. “I would not believe you but I will believe you knew Hades wasn’t here so didn’t come to do anything to him.”

        The corner of her lips turned up slightly when Minthe made the perhaps overly familiar gesture of linking arms with her. “Well, you did sort of believe I was a dog, people love projecting onto animals,” Cerberus reasoned. Only Hades, Persephone, and Hecate had been shown her mortal form prior to the curse - well, Heracles too but that was by no means of her choosing, still Minthe had always been kind, and Cerberus had been affectionate, it had not simply been projection on Minthe’s part. “Perhaps we can be better friends now,” she offered, stepping into the club with the man.

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Amalia grinned when Celine called her stunning, tugging at the bottom of her ear lobe. Her mouth opened to speak when she was shoved back against the door, her unspoken words escaping her in a gasp. Her eyes fluttered closed, allowing herself to focus on the thrumming of her body under this woman's hot touch and skillful tongue.

She could hardly focus on Celine's words with her fingers so close to where she wanted her, not caring how damp her panties were or that Celine's teasing fingers made her pussy clench in anticipation. "Yes," she gasped, opening her eyes. The image of the bouncer pinning her to the door with a hand down her jeans was one she would not be forgetting anytime soon. The hand that had been in Celine's hair moved to her arm, fingers digging into her bicep to urge her to keep going. "Fuck me raw. I want you to leave me a fucking mess." She leaned her head forward and bit at Celine's neck lightly. "And if you're good, I'll let you worship me another time."

Her other hand finally slid under Celine's shirt, feeling her toned abs under her fingers and slowly trailing up her side. "Will you get into trouble if someone finds us?" Amalia didn't intend to stop either way, but it would be a shame if she got this woman fired for her own pleasure. If the answer was yes, she told herself that she would at least try to be quiet. If not... well, it's a good thing the music at the club might prevent everyone in Athens from hearing them.

        Celine’s own panties were ruined with arousal feeling Amalia’s wetness beneath her finger. At Amalia’s urging she used her nails to tear the fabric of her panties, weakened by the other woman’s wet want. “You want to be a dripping mess for me, baby?,” Celine returned as her fingers pushed through the fabric and into Amalia’s heated cunt, one finger at first while her thumb sought her clit as Amalia playfully bit her. “You want to have your pussy fucked until it can’t take it anymore?” she asked, adding an additional finger when he thumb found her clit, just touching it with the tip of her nail.

         The touch of Amalia’s hand against her core made the woman tighten her form, nipples hard and evident through her top as she was not wearing a bra. Celine shook her head in response. No one was going to tell her what she could do and certainly Hades wouldn’t fire her for this - well, maybe he would if he knew it was Eros and Cerberus was being this irresponsible. “No one is going to stop me from fucking you,” Celine nearly growled, circling Amalia’s clit more firmly, three fingers slowly fucking her. “With my fingers, with my tongue, with my strap,” she began, rocking her hips against her own hand and Amalia’s body. “I want to taste you on my lips for weeks,” Celine concluded, fingers relentless, intent on working Amalia up, on making her loud. Her own free hand took it’s chance, following Amalia’s lead by moving up over the other woman’s core beneath her top but at no point did her fingers in Amalia’s pussy slow.

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afflvent​:

The alcohol that swims in his system helps warms Pluto up against the night winds but he wants something stronger. Hopefully the cigarette would help sober him up just a bit so he’d be ready for whatever anyone else offers him. He’s responsible when it comes to what he puts in his body but there’s always that wish for something that would fill up the emptiness he feels inside. Pluto’s not sure where it comes from, but there’s always that longing for more.

Thankful that the stranger has what he needs, he’s about to offer one of his sticks when she explains her stance on cigarettes. Pluto quickly pockets his pack, lights the tip of his and inhales with a shudder as the smoke makes its way through his lungs and back out again. “Yeah it does,” he agrees though the hypocrisy isn’t lost on him. “So tell me, gorgeous. What’s your poison? I’m sure at a place like this, we can find anything we need.”

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         Cerberus wasn’t concerned when he still lit it, agreeing it was disgusting to taste, people could do as they liked. If she knew who he was perhaps she’d have objected further, but in that moment she mostly heard him call her ‘gorgeous’ and rolled her eyes at how expected a comment that was. He may not have been hitting on her but it didn’t really matter, ‘gorgeous’ still felt like flattery she didn’t need. 

         Holding her hand out for the return of her lighter Cerberus gave him a pointed sort of look. “My poison?” she asked, leaning in close, brilliant blue eyes lacking any softness to them. “Is hurting weak men who think I want them to buy me things. Not sure our poisons align.” Surely his intention was for something inside, alcohol, pot, coke, maybe something harder but he didn’t quite look like he went for anything harder. 

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heraclesfm​:​

heracles   flexed   his   fingers   carefully   before   he   tucked   his   curled   up   fists   into   his   pockets   and   set   off   down   the   street.   they   were   slightly   bloodied   from   an   earlier   day’s   fight   –   he   was   not   paid   to   keep   his   hands   to   himself,   all   too   willing   to   HURT.   some   things   had   never   changed.   it   did   not   weigh   on   his   shoulders   when   he   walked,   heavy   boots   turning   puddles   into   splashes,   because   those   shoulders   had   once   held   the   weight   of   the   world.   what   could   compare   ?   not   even   the   weight   of   his   heart.  

he   tilted   his   head   back   to   breathe   in   the   crisp   night   air,   let   the   tension   drain   from   his   body   as   he   made   his   way   home   for   the   night.   he   was   officially   off   of   the   clock,   free   to   let   the   violence   slip   away   as   the   rain   had   down   the   roofs.   it   was   pure   INSTINCT   that   stopped   him   from   entirely   knocking   over   the   woman   who   seemed   to   be   as   distracted   as   he   was   ;   he   reached   out   to   catch   her   quickly,   an   arm   wrapping   around   as   fast   as   her   nails   had   dug   into   him.  

❛   my   fault,   sorry,   ❜   he   started   to   say,   although   he   knew   that   was   not   ENTIRELY   true.   he   began   to   give   an   apologetic   smile,   but   flickered   mid   motion,   replaced   with   confusion.   she   was   familiar,   although   he   could   not   place   WHY   –   when   those   blue   eyes   met   his   own,   it   clicked.   cerberus.   he   had   seen   her   human   form   only   briefly,   but   he   could   not   forget   her.   he   loosened   his   hold   on   her,   for   worry   of   support   feeling   too   similar   to   constraint.   ❛   well,   it’s   been   awhile,   huh   ?   ❜   he   offered,   head   tilted.

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              To Cerberus the journey back from Eurystheus estate to the Underworld had not been brief. In terms of her life she supposed anything could be perceived as brief, they were both thousands of years old, but the time felt less brief to her because of the shame she had felt. The overwhelming notion of failure, that feeling rushed up through her lunges and caught in her throat as she looked at him, reminiscent of her three heads held together in his arms, crushed and unable to breath until she lost consciousness and arose in her human form before a King she cared little for. Yet how casually he spoke.

              "I don’t tend to seek out the irrelevant,” Cerberus responded, though her words came with a coldness they were, unfortunately, evidently brimming with hesitation. Getting them out was difficult because speaking suddenly felt so challenging with her emotions so fully in her physically. She’d never quite understood why she hadn’t simply been killed. Decades of thoughts had happened between her three heads, that were now one, and all she could believe was perhaps they knew the Underworld needed her, that maybe things would be thrown off balance without her. Any discussions as to why happened while the young woman had laid at the feet of the mortal King unconscious however. Certainly she did not fathom a man who had heard her three monstrous canine heads begging for breath would draw a line anywhere.

            With her distress evident she actually hadn’t let him go yet, only realising when she went to step back and her hands prevented it. Consciously she had to choose to release him. Like Heracles she had bruised knuckles, one side seemingly fresher than the other and the other more scabbed over, showing a preference to her dominant hand as he was probably able to observe as her fingers drew back over his forearms. They were noticeably mortal, the fact he had his own bruised knuckles showed the demigod was no longer so godly but it was even more than that. The wearing to his features and the scruffy nature of his appearance. 

           Ceberus’ hands came to her core, and with a good foot placed between them, she finally felt capable of speaking further. “You remember me?” the now permanently mortal woman asked, giving away further how specifically irrelevant she felt. After all, she was a tid bit in his story, not one of her own.

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wrestless-waves​:

“Sour Patch Kids? Right-“ he nodded his head like he was endowed with some sort of cosmic knowledge, “You don’t have them here- that’s why they were so hard to find!” He slapped a hand against his forehead and made a mental note to order a bulk package on Amazon, “They’re an American candy but they had them in London. Don’t get addicted to them though, cause I won’t be your dealer…unless it’s for a good price, then I’ll consider it.”

He took a seat on the edge of the sidewalk, eyeing the bloodstain left from the fight with disgust. Carefully he took out each and every package of candy that was stuffed in the little plastic bag and lined them up next to him, “I have skittles, starburst, MnM’s, snickers- Come, join me.” He patted the space next to him.

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          Considering what Hades could get from outside of Athens she figured if she did become addicted he wouldn’t have the hardest of times acquiring them. Maybe some would fall off the back of a truck. As he said all that though she simply stood silently, waiting for his words to conclude before she actually placed one in her mouth and chewed slowly, it was both sweet and sour at once but stuck between her teeth and the woman awkwardly moved her jaw as her tongue pushed the candy from between them.

           Slowly Cerberus sat next to them, a few of the people in line looking at her, obviously quite confused the previously very violent woman was now sitting on the sidewalk with a man who had a plastic bag of candy. “Why do you have so many of these?” she asked him, her fingers moving over the bright colours of the packages. “Won’t they rot your teeth out of your head?” Cerberus pressed, quite concerned for all mortal sorts of ailments now that her body could be affected by them.

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love-and-eros​:

Celine's breath tickled her cheek, mixing with her own heavy breathing as Amalia opened her mouth eagerly. She almost whimpered at the teasing pace, the small sound getting caught in her throat as Amalia tugged gently at Celine's hair.

More. The desire nearly left Amalia's lips, but as if she were reading her mind, Celine's hand tugged her closer and she ground her hips against her. Clearly, her hand wasn't too badly injured as she kneaded her soft flesh. The beautiful bouncer was playing her like a fiddle. The light touches on her bare skin elicited another impatient whine from her and Amalia's free hand clung to the back of Celine's shirt, fingers raking over her back before her thumb caressed the side of her clothed breast. A mild precursor to what Amalia would do once they were bare.

She took a moment to catch her breath. It lasted for a second before wicked lips moved down her jaw and she tilted her head to the side to give Celine more access. The soft slap to her ass finally brought out the full whimper, instinctively giving Celine's breast gentle squeeze. Amalia leaned forward, nibbling on her ear lobe before responding. "Good because I think I need some looking after now, if you will?"

             Celine felt a certain power when Amalia’s whimper released at being played with, more so even when it caused the other woman to squeeze Celine’s breast tenderly. Celine pulled Amalia’s hips against her own while the woman spoke, playfully nibbling at her lobe and causing Cerberus’ eyes to half close as the nerves seemed to rush down her toned body until they were like electricity between her thighs.

              “I’d love to take care of someone so stunning,” Celine both complimented and agreed, hands leaving Amalia’s supple behind, trailing to her hips where she suddenly shoved the goddess’ hips harshly against the door, pinning her there with one hand while the other continued around. Her hand free of injury sought the button of her jeans and Celine unhooked it, slowly rolling down the zipper. While she opened her clothing Celine’s tongue ran up Amalia’s throat, pausing at her ear to nibble as Amalia had.

            “Did it turn you on when I hit him?” Cerberus asked, fingers slowly moving into the goddess of love’s jeans, fingerprints feeling the fabric still separating Celine touching Amalia directly. Celine trailed down until her middle finger could push the fabric of her panties between the lips of her pussy. “Did it make this heavenly pussy of yours tingle?” Celine whispered once again, her finger teasing the fabric between her cunt’s lips until it had settled and she was softly teasing Amalia’s opening. “Is that what you want? Someone to fuck your cunt hard and leave your arse red?” Cerberus asked, drawing her finger up to find Amalia’s clit. “Or do you want me to worship this body like the gift it is?” Her words designed to both arouse but also seek clarification before she did anything that might make Amalia uncomfortable.

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ferrymans-fee​:

The driver could not quite stop the pinch between his eyebrows, openly disturbed by the thought of someone referring to him by the wrong name. Not only that, but directing a woman to a stranger with a false name… it wasn’t his place, but he hoped she wasn’t stumbling into foul play.

For the time being, he shook his head with a polite smile. “My name is Garrett. And, just to be sure this ‘Charon’ isn’t coming to pick you up… is your name Celine?” He had no need to struggle remembering her name; French, like his mother, came easily. Much easier than whatever was happening in their shared Greek.

        “Yes, Celine, that’s me,” she answered but a heavy sigh escaped her lips when she said so. Of course, another member of their Underworld collective that had forgotten who he was. Admittedly she worried less for Charon than Persephone but...he still mattered and what would the Underworld be without him. What would anything be without him. “I must have read it wrong,” she offered but with no real effort to convey truth to her words it wasn’t exactly clear if she believed that. “The privacy divider,” she reminded him as she got in, once more starting to undo the zip to her dress.