Two things I noticed that teased the ending of Dating Killmulators season finale ending!
Also an additional yap because I have no one to talk about the ending with.
Season finale spoilers below, proceed with caution…
So as we all know, Florian is clearly secretly some immortal guy who’s been plotting Mr. Incel (Josè)’s death for a bit (I personally believe it’s after MC shares Josè’s full name to him). Two things leading up to it is in the episode you play the knock off super Mario game with Florian, right before playing Florian asks for his full name, and then in the game, you collect pills like coins, which lead to the pills that Florian drugged to kill Josè.
Another detail is the whole paintball war thingy in the sports festival, MC makes a comment about war to him because he’s great at shooting the paint-guns, very clearly correlating to the fact he fought in World War II.
I know these are like super not niche, but I thought it was interesting.
MY THEORIES! Number 1: Does Florian need some sort of Human sacrifice to stay young? Right as blood pours out of Josè’s wrists, we see what seems to be three scars on Florian’s wrist, which are glowing yellowish goldish.
Not necessarily a theory, but does anyone else think that Florian might somehow be connected to that demon thing Cain made a deal with? And what’s Florian’s deal with Abel? And suspiciously nothing about Cain in that mini montage. Unless the C. signature on the secret Santa note meant Cain. I at first thought that maybe the demon guy and Florian might’ve been the same because I assumed that both of their eyes glowed yellow, but replaying the game now, the demon man’s eyes glowed yellow grey-blue, whilst Florian’s glow yellow. Still, connected?
Im not no MatPat so I’m not going to analyze the game so intensely, but I want to hear everyone else’s theories and opinions! In the Q&A video the creators posted on their YouTube, they mentioned teasing Abel’s and Florian’s backstories, I’m curious as to what teases Abel’s backstory as there are clearly some for Florian.
Also, NED IS DEFINITELY SUSPICIOUS. Not mentioning where specifically he was from, weirdly being the one to show MC the painting that shows Florian. Idk, and he appeared out of nowhere.
I've never used Tumblr as a creator, so if anyone has advice (cause I'm lost and stupid) please provide it... like how tf do I put a link in my bio without having it be that big ugly link, yk? Appreciate it! Yappy out
A passionate and forbidden love between Hermes, the Greek god of speed and trickery, and Y/N, a divine figure bound by Zeus’s decree to marry Dionysus, the god of wine
The tale begins with Hermes and Y/N meeting, instantly forming an unbreakable bond. Their friendship deepens into a profound, unspoken love that both deny, only to succumb to their feelings one fateful day. They share a blissful, all-consuming romance until Zeus forces Y/N into a political marriage with Dionysus. Despite their anguish, they part ways, knowing they can't defy Zeus.
Fate reunites Hermes and Y/N during a divine mission, and though they attempt to remain distant, their connection reignites. They teeter between duty and desire, unable to fully let go of their past.
Overwhelmed by their heartbreak, Y/N retreats to a secluded cabin, abandoning their life to grieve in isolation. After years of separation, Hermes finds them, confessing his undying love and begging for one final night together. Though they know they can never truly be together, the intensity of their feelings overwhelms them, leading to a bittersweet reunion.
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Notes at the end!
Story + NSFW after the line below
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The moment Hermes and Y/N met, they clicked instantly, as if they were two halves of the same coin. Attached at the hip, they became utterly inseparable. It felt as though Eros himself had aimed his arrows perfectly, binding them in a connection neither could explain. Hermes, once known for his carefree and wandering heart, left his old ways behind. All his love and loyalty now belonged solely to Y/N. If someone sought Hermes, they knew they’d be addressing Y/N too—one was never without the other.
Still, whenever others pointed out the obvious chemistry between them, the two denied it fiercely. “We’re just friends,” they’d say in perfect unison, the words almost rehearsed. They reassured everyone—over and over—that they were nothing more than the best of friends. But that carefully constructed wall of denial came tumbling down one fateful day.
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It was an ordinary afternoon, the kind they often spent lounging in a meadow. The air was warm and sweet, carrying the scent of wildflowers and freshly cut grass. Hermes reclined against a tree, his sandals kicked off and his head tilted toward the sky, while Y/N was stretched out beside him, absentmindedly weaving clovers into a chain.
A soft breeze stirred, and a cascade of leaves drifted lazily down between them. One landed lightly on Y/N’s hair, and Hermes chuckled, reaching out to brush it away. Their hands brushed in the process, a simple, fleeting touch, but it left a lingering warmth that neither could ignore.
Y/N glanced at him then, catching his gaze, and time seemed to stretch impossibly thin. Hermes’s usual playful grin faltered, his expression softening into something deeper, something vulnerable. It mirrored the way Y/N’s eyes widened ever so slightly, their breath catching in their throat.
They didn’t speak—there was no need. Their gazes lingered, full of unsaid emotions, an unspoken acknowledgment of what had been quietly blooming between them all along. The moment pulled them closer, like a magnetic force they couldn’t resist.
And then, without a word, Hermes leaned in. His lips met Y/N’s in a kiss so gentle, so unexpected, it felt like the world had paused to bear witness. For a heartbeat, there was only the warmth of the sun, the whisper of the wind, and the steady, undeniable certainty that this was no accident. They molded into each other perfectly.
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Since that fateful day, Hermes and Y/N became even more inseparable, as if their souls had begun to intertwine. They moved through life as one, their connection so profound it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. To the outside world, they were a single, seamless entity, a love so deep and rare it seemed almost otherworldly.
When disagreements arose, as they inevitably do in any bond, they didn’t last. Their arguments were brief yet intense, like lightning storms, only to be followed by tearful apologies and desperate embraces. Neither could bear the thought of hurting the other. When one cried, the other followed, as if their hearts were bound by an invisible thread that tugged on them both equally. They weren’t just partners or lovers—they were halves of a whole, utterly unable to function without the other.
Their love grew in the quiet moments as much as the grand ones. Hermes would trace idle patterns on Y/N’s skin, memorizing the texture as if it were sacred scripture. Y/N would lean into his touch, feeling more at home in his arms than anywhere else in the world. They spoke a language of small gestures, of knowing glances and shared smiles, their devotion communicated without a single word.
And then, one night, after what felt like lifetimes of being bound together in every way except one, Y/N decided to give him everything. It wasn’t rushed or impulsive—it was an offering, a final step into a love that had already consumed them whole. They were bathed in moonlight, the air around them heavy with anticipation and reverence. Hermes, so often bold and brash, was suddenly hesitant, his eyes searching Y/N’s face for any flicker of doubt.
But there was none. Y/N reached for him, their touch steady and sure, their love shining through in the way their fingers trembled slightly as they caressed his cheek. “I’m yours,” their actions seemed to say, and the unspoken vow was echoed in the way Hermes gathered them into his arms, as if holding the most fragile and precious thing he’d ever known.
What followed was not just a physical act but the culmination of something far greater. It was the melding of their souls, a sacred communion that solidified everything they had always been to one another. The world outside disappeared, leaving only their whispered breaths and the overwhelming truth of their love.
By the time they lay together, tangled in each other’s arms, they both knew they had crossed a threshold. There was no turning back, but neither wanted to. They belonged to each other completely, their love an unstoppable force that would carry them through anything. They weren’t just lovers—they were everything to one another, two hearts beating in perfect unison.
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All of it tumbled down one fateful day. Zeus, in all his godly authority, delivered the decree like a thunderbolt striking the heart of their love. Y/N was to be married off to Dionysus, Hermes's half-brother. The reason mattered little—politics, alliances, the whims of the gods. None of it could justify the devastation that followed.
The words hit like a death knell. Hermes stood frozen, his usually vibrant eyes dimmed to a hollow, lifeless gaze. Y/N, trembling, felt their knees buckle, as though the weight of Zeus’s proclamation was too much for them to bear. Neither could speak, the silence between them screaming louder than any protest ever could.
When they were finally alone, it was as if the world itself mourned with them. The skies darkened, and heavy rain began to fall, soaking them as they clung to one another in the meadow that had once been their sanctuary. Hermes’s hands trembled as he cradled Y/N’s face, his voice breaking. “This can’t be real. You’re mine—we’re ours. Zeus can’t take this away.”
But the gods had spoken, and even Hermes, the swiftest and cleverest among them, knew he could not outrun fate.
The days that followed were agony, a slow unraveling of the life they had built together. They tried to steal moments, whispered promises exchanged in shadows where the gods could not see.
“I’ll find a way,” Hermes vowed, his voice fierce with desperation. “I’ll defy them all if I have to.”
But even as he spoke the words, Y/N saw the pain in his eyes, the dawning realization that there was no path forward that didn’t end in ruin. The gods were cruel, but their wrath was unrelenting. To defy them was to invite destruction, not just for Hermes but for Y/N as well.
The night before the ceremony, Hermes and Y/N met one final time in their secret grove. The air was thick with sorrow, the silence between them heavy with the words they couldn’t bring themselves to say. When Y/N finally spoke, their voice was barely audible. “You have to let me go.”
Hermes shook his head violently, his tears mingling with the rain that had begun to fall. “I can’t. Don’t you understand? You’re my everything. Without you, I’m…” His voice cracked, and he buried his face in their shoulder, his grief too overwhelming to contain.
“And I’m nothing without you,” Y/N whispered, their own tears falling freely. “But if we don’t… if we fight this, they’ll destroy us both. I can’t bear to see you suffer, Hermes. Not because of me.”
Their kiss that night was different—desperate, aching, final. It carried every unsaid word, every dream they’d shared, every promise they could no longer keep. When they finally pulled away, they rested their foreheads together, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating in time for what felt like the last time.
The next day, Y/N stood beside Dionysus, their hands trembling as they were bound in marriage. Hermes watched from the shadows, his heart shattering with every word of the ceremony. His knuckles were white from clenching his fists, his jaw tight as he fought back the urge to scream, to tear through the assembly and take Y/N far away from the cruelty of the gods.
But he didn’t. He couldn’t. Instead, he slipped away, his wings carrying him to the heavens, far from the sight of mortals and gods alike.
In the years that followed, they both tried to move on, but the ache never faded. Hermes found himself returning to the meadow where they had once laughed and loved, his heartbreaking anew each time. Y/N did their best to fulfill their duties, but their soul remained tethered to the one who still owned it.
And though their paths had been forcibly divided, their love endured, a quiet rebellion against the gods who thought they could control it. In their dreams, they met again, free from the chains of duty and divine decree. In those moments, they were whole once more, proving that even the will of Zeus couldn’t erase the bond they had shared.
Their love was eternal, unbroken by time, distance, or the cruel hand of fate. They may have been separated in the mortal realm, but in their hearts, they were always one.
The moment Hermes and Y/N met, they clicked instantly, as if they were two halves of the same coin. Attached at the hip, they became utterly inseparable. It felt as though Eros himself had aimed his arrows perfectly, binding them in a connection neither could explain. Hermes, once known for his carefree and wandering heart, left his old ways behind. All his love and loyalty now belonged solely to Y/N. If someone sought Hermes, they knew they’d be addressing Y/N too—one was never without the other.
Still, whenever others pointed out the obvious chemistry between them, the two denied it fiercely. “We’re just friends,” they’d say in perfect unison, the words almost rehearsed. They reassured everyone—over and over—that they were nothing more than the best of friends. But that carefully constructed wall of denial came tumbling down one fateful day.
Years passed, and Hermes returned to his old ways. He cycled through lovers faster than lightning could strike the earth, leaving a trail of fleeting connections in his wake. It was as though he was trying to drown the memory of Y/N in the arms of others, yet no matter how many he held, none could fill the hollow ache in his chest. His laughter, once bright and genuine, became hollow—a mask he wore to hide the emptiness that lingered within him.
Meanwhile, Y/N tried to make peace with their reality. They learned to accept that their marriage to Dionysus was inescapable. At first, there was hope. Dionysus, ever the charming and lively god, showed flashes of being a caring partner. He made them laugh, brought them gifts, and for a fleeting moment, Y/N thought they could grow to love him. But as time went on, his attention waned, and his presence became scarce.
No matter how much effort Y/N put into their union, it was like trying to nurture a flower in barren soil. Dionysus’s affections turned outward, his passions directed toward an endless parade of mortals, nymphs, gods, and goddesses. Each new dalliance chipped away at Y/N’s resolve, leaving them drained and defeated. They told themselves they had moved on, that they had forgotten Hermes, but deep down, the mere thought of him still made their heart ache.
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Fate—or perhaps the cruel hand of Zeus—intervened one day, throwing them together again. A task of great importance required the combined efforts of Athena, Hermes, and Y/N. Though both tried to act civil, the tension between them was undeniable, crackling in the air like a storm on the verge of breaking. Even Athena, ever composed and pragmatic, couldn’t hide her unease at the undercurrent of emotion neither dared to voice.
They worked together seamlessly, as they always had, their movements instinctively in sync despite the years of separation. But when the mission ended, something strange began to happen. They lingered in the same places, gravitating toward one another like celestial bodies caught in each other’s orbit. At first, it was easy to dismiss—a coincidence, a matter of convenience.
They acted as though the past had never happened, speaking casually, exchanging pleasantries as if they were nothing more than colleagues. Yet, there were moments when their eyes lingered a beat too long, when the laughter they shared felt too warm, too familiar. Even the smallest gestures—a hand brushing against the other’s, a shared smile—seemed to carry the weight of their history.
And then there was the way Zeus kept throwing them together. Task after task, mission after mission, they found themselves side by side, forced to rely on one another. It felt like a cosmic joke, a divine punishment that neither could escape.
At first, it was awkward, stilted. But over time, they fell into old rhythms, their companionship becoming almost effortless once more. They teased each other like they had in the beginning, shared inside jokes that only the two of them would understand. To anyone else, it looked platonic, but to them, it felt like a door that had long been sealed was beginning to creak open.
“Just friends,” they told themselves, over and over, as if repeating it enough could make it true. But deep down, in the quiet moments when no one was watching, they both wondered: was this truly platonic? Or were they teetering on the edge of something they had never really let go of?
The gods had cursed them, perhaps, but even curses couldn’t erase what they had once been. And now, as their lives grew inexplicably intertwined once more, they couldn’t help but feel as though the universe was daring them to confront what had always lingered just beneath the surface.
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One evening, after another mission together, the two of them found themselves in the midst of laughter, joking and teasing each other as if nothing had ever gone wrong between them. Their playful banter escalated into lighthearted play-fighting, their hands swatting and pushing as laughter echoed around them. But when the laughter finally subsided, the energy between them shifted.
Their breaths were heavy, and the realization of how close they had gotten hit them simultaneously. Y/N froze, their eyes drifting from Hermes’s gaze to his lips and back again. The air grew thick, the space between them charged with something unspoken. Hermes tilted his head, his expression softening, and without realizing it, he began to lean in. His lips hovered just a whisper away from Y/N’s, their breaths mingling in the stillness.
His hand moved to the back of their neck, a slow, deliberate motion as he searched their face. There was a longing in his eyes, a vulnerability that seemed to pour out of him. For a moment, Y/N felt their resolve waver, their eyes fluttering shut, their heart racing as the distance between them began to close.
And then reality struck.
Y/N shoved him back, the sudden force breaking the moment entirely. “What are you doing?” they snapped, their voice defensive and trembling as they turned away from him.*
Hermes stumbled slightly, caught off guard. “What am I doing?” he repeated, his tone incredulous. “What are you doing, Y/N?”
Y/N’s body tensed, their gaze fixed on the ground as anger and hurt warred within them. “Someday, I know you’ll come to your senses and leave me alone,” they said, their voice breaking slightly. “You’ll leave me with all of my questions—because I don’t have the answers, Hermes. I can’t give you more.” Their tone, sharp and defensive at first, softened into something raw, filled with longing and sadness.
Hermes stood there, his usual charm and wit stripped away, replaced by a half-hearted attempt at composure. He ran his tongue over his teeth, sucking in his lips as he processed their words. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and broken, his eyes locking with theirs.
“I know you’ll never be mine,” he said softly, every word dripping with sorrow. “But I’ll always be yours.”
Y/N faltered, their chest tightening as tears welled up in their eyes. “Hermes…”
He cut them off, his tone sharper now, though the hurt was still evident. “Tell me, Y/N. Is he better than me? Does he love you better than I ever could? Does he please you better than I ever would?” He laughed bitterly, though his eyes betrayed his pain. “Do you love him?”
Y/N opened their mouth to respond, but the words refused to come. Their throat tightened, their breath hitched, and all they could do was stare at him, wide-eyed and speechless.
Hermes’s gaze dropped to the ground, his shoulders sagging as he let out a deep, shaky breath. “That’s what I thought,” he muttered. He looked at them one last time, his eyes full of unspoken words and shattered dreams.
Then, without another word, he turned on his heel and walked away.
Y/N stood frozen, their heart aching as they watched him disappear into the night. They wanted to call after him, to explain, to say something—anything—but all that escaped their lips was silence.
As the darkness enveloped him, the only thing left was the echo of what could have been, lingering in the space where they had once stood together.
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Y/N and Hermes hadn’t seen each other in so long, the weight of their unspoken words keeping them at an agonizing distance. Y/N couldn’t bear to face the pain of anything anymore, especially not the pain of what could never be. They lied to Dionysus, telling him they would be going on a mission. With a soft kiss to his cheek, they left their home and ventured into the mortal realm, a desperate attempt to escape their own heartache.
They hid away in a small, secluded cabin, far from the eyes of gods and mortals alike. The isolation was both a refuge and a torment. Day after day, Y/N sobbed, clinging to the empty solace that the distance from their life offered. The cabin became a prison for their grief, as they never truly allowed themselves to confront their feelings. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. Did Dionysus even notice their absence? Y/N couldn’t bring themselves to care anymore. All that mattered was drowning in their sorrow, alone with the ghost of what could have been.
But slowly, something inside Y/N began to shift. The sorrow, though suffocating, was starting to become a familiar companion. They had lived with it for so long, there was no escaping it. They began to accept it, the pain that had once seemed unbearable now part of their reality. Alone, for so long, they came to a painful realization: Hermes was no longer theirs. He had slipped away, just as they had feared.
Then, one evening, the knock came. At first, Y/N ignored it. Travelers sometimes found the cabin, curious wanderers, but they never stayed long. But the knocking continued, persistent, urgent, and something deep inside them stirred. Who would be out here, in the pouring rain, on this forgotten island? Their heart raced, and they reluctantly approached the door. When they opened it, there stood Hermes, drenched to the bone, his clothes clinging to his body as though he had walked through a storm to reach them. The sight of him knocked the breath out of Y/N. All the feelings they had buried for so long rushed back in an overwhelming tide, crashing into them like a storm.
“Hermes—” they whispered, their voice barely audible, as their eyes filled with tears.
Before they could say another word, Hermes stepped forward, cupping their face in his hands and kissing them with an urgency that spoke of everything he had kept hidden for all this time. Desperation, longing, sadness, fear—they poured into the kiss, every unspoken word, every moment of regret, blending into a desperate act of love and sorrow.
Y/N couldn’t help but kiss back, their hands clutching him with equal intensity, as though if they let go, he would disappear again. Their hearts beat in frantic sync, and for that one moment, the world outside disappeared, leaving only the two of them—nothing else mattered but this kiss, this connection they could never truly let go of.
Finally, Hermes pulled away, breathless. “I was worried sick,” he gasped, his voice shaking with emotion. “I came to your home to apologize, and Dionysus told me you went on some mission. You’re a shitty liar, Y/N, always have been.” His words were a mix of irritation and relief, his hand never leaving the back of their neck as he pulled them closer. “I searched and searched. I couldn’t rest until I found you.”
His eyes softened as he gazed at them, his voice quieter now, filled with the weight of all that had passed. “Y/N, I know I can’t have you. I know I can’t keep you to myself, no matter how much I would give anything to live in peace with you. But that’s not possible.” He let out a shuddering breath, his forehead resting against theirs, their breaths mingling in the silence between them.
“I’m sorry for what happened all that time ago,” he continued, his voice rough. “But Y/N, let me have just one more taste. One last night. I need you. Please…” His hands, trembling with urgency, began to wander, grasping at them with a hunger that felt primal. “Just one more time…” His voice softened, almost a whisper, his eyes half-lidded as he looked down at their lips. He leaned in again, his breath hot against their skin. Before closing the distance, he paused, looking up into their eyes, silently asking for permission.
“Hermes…” *Y/N whispered, their voice trembling with disbelief as their fingers slid from his cheeks to rest at the nape of his neck. They gazed into his eyes, their heart aching with every word.* “You know we can’t do this…” *they murmured, their tone gentle yet heavy with unspoken sorrow.*
Hermes’ fingers tightened slightly at the back of Y/N’s neck, his thumbs brushing tenderly against the soft skin beneath their jawline. His eyes bore into theirs, raw and unguarded, a storm of desperation and yearning swirling in their depths.“I know,” he murmured, his voice hoarse and trembling with emotion. “I know we can’t. But Y/N… I’m begging you. Just one night. One moment to hold you, to love you the way I’ve always dreamed of. No promises, no strings, nothing beyond this fleeting moment. Tomorrow, we’ll return to the lives we’re bound to… but tonight—” he hesitated, his voice breaking as his forehead pressed against theirs, his breath warm and unsteady. “Tonight, let me have this memory to keep.”
He drew in a shaky breath, his eyes closing as if savoring the feel of them so close, imprinting the moment in his mind. “I need you, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice cracking with the weight of his confession. “I need to feel your warmth, to lose myself in the light of your eyes, just once more. I can’t pretend anymore—can’t pretend that I don’t love you, that you’re not the one thing I can’t live without.”
When he opened his eyes, they shimmered with unshed tears, his love for them laid bare. “Let me love you tonight. Let me show you everything I’ve kept locked away… everything you’ve meant to me, all these years. Please,” he breathed, his voice barely audible but brimming with devotion, “my goddess… grant me this final wish.”Y/N’s breath hitched at his words, the raw honesty in his voice unraveling every thread of resistance they had clung to. Hermes felt their trembling hands gripping his tunic, their desperation mirroring his own. His hands slid from the nape of their neck to the small of their back, pulling them closer until there was no space left between them. He pressed a tender, lingering kiss to their forehead, his lips trembling slightly against their skin.
"I know," he murmured, his voice low and steady despite the storm raging inside him. "I know what I’m asking of you isn’t fair. I know that loving me might mean breaking your heart all over again. But Y/N, I can’t keep pretending that I’m okay living like this—pretending I don’t want you, pretending that you’re not the one thing I can never let go of."
He tilted their chin up gently, his thumb brushing across their jaw as his gaze met theirs. His eyes burned with unspoken truths, the rawness of his feelings laid bare. "I’ve loved you since the moment I met you, and no matter how many lifetimes I live, I know I’ll never stop. You’ve haunted my every step, my every thought, my every breath."
He paused, his voice deepening, taking on an edge of conviction as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against their lips."I know Dionysus could never satisfy you the way I could," he said, his words sharp yet filled with longing, each syllable dripping with the weight of his unwavering love."He can’t know you like I do. He can’t make you feel what I can. You know it’s true."
His forehead rested against theirs, his voice softening to a whisper as he continued, his vulnerability seeping into every word. "If all I’m allowed is tonight, then let me have it. Let me hold you the way I’ve always wanted to, love you the way I’ve always needed to. Let me give you this—just this one moment to show you what you mean to me."
Hermes’ voice broke slightly, but he pressed on, desperation creeping into his tone. "And if the world burns for it tomorrow, then so be it. Because Y/N, I’ve already been burned alive every day without you."
"You know how angry Zeus is going to be after he finds out... right...?" Y/N murmured, their voice barely above a whisper, as they allowed themselves to lean in a little closer to Hermes. Their eyes lingered on his lips, betraying the unspoken desire that had been simmering just beneath the surface for far too long. They wanted this, more than anything, and the pull of that yearning was undeniable. It was a reckless thought, a dangerous temptation, but it was all-consuming, clouding their judgment. The tension between them thickened, the air charged with something far more than just words. Y/N couldn't fight it anymore, couldn't pretend they weren't drawn to him. They were too close, their breath mingling, the space between them nonexistent, and every part of them screamed to close the gap... to make it real.
"I know," he breathed, his voice low and filled with a dangerous edge. "I know Zeus will rage and strike us down for daring to love each other. I know he'll see it as defiance, as a slap in the face of his divine decree. But Y/N... I can't pretend anymore that his anger matters more than this. More than you."
He leaned in closer, his lips hovering a mere breath away from theirs. "Let him be angry. Let him rage and curse our names. But here, now, in this moment... it's just you and me. And I choose you, Y/N. I choose you above all else."
He hesitated for a moment, giving them one last chance to pull away, one last opportunity to save them both from the consequences of their actions. But when Y/N didn't move, when they remained pressed against him, their eyes filled with the same desperate hunger he felt, he knew they had crossed the point of no return.
"Tell me, my love," he whispered, his lips brushing against theirs as he spoke, "what do you choose? Me, or the life you've been forced to live without me?"
"You."
As their lips met in a searing, passionate kiss, Hermes wrapped his arms around Y/N, pulling them flush against him, never wanting to let go.
He poured all of his love, all of his longing, all of the years of pent-up desire into that one kiss. His mouth moved against theirs with a desperate hunger, his tongue delving deep, tasting the sweetness of their lips, the uniqueness that was solely Y/N. His hands roamed their back, mapping out every curve, every dip, committing the feel of them to memory in case this was the only chance he would ever have.
Hermes walked them backward until Y/N's legs hit the edge of the bed, and he lowered them down onto the furs, never breaking the kiss. He settled his weight on top of them, his hardness pressing insistently against their hip, a silent testament to his arousal and desire. One hand slid up to tangle in their hair, gripping the silken strands, while the other crept beneath their chiton, seeking out the warm skin he had dreamt of touching for so long.
Y/N felt their own reservations crumble away, replaced by a hunger that consumed them entirely. They tangled their fingers in his hair, their nails raking across his scalp as they held him closer, deepening the kiss with a fervor that matched his own. The taste of him was intoxicating, the heat of his mouth, the slick slide of his tongue—it set fire to their blood and ignited a desire they had long thought extinguished.
Y/N's hands slid beneath the hem of Hermes' tunic, mapping out the muscles of his back, tracing the lines of his spine, feeling the way his body shuddered beneath their touch. They ached to feel more of him, to explore every inch of skin they had once been denied. Emboldened by their own desire, Y/N tugged impatiently at the fabric of Hermes' chiton, wanting to feel his bare skin against theirs.
When Hermes' hand slid beneath their own robe to cup the curve of their hip, Y/N gasped, their back arching off the bed to press their chest against his. They could feel the pounding of their own heart, the rapid race of their breath, the wild thrum of their blood as it rushed through their veins. It was a heady, exhilarating feeling, to be wanted like this, to be desires so fiercely by the man they had always loved.
"Hermes," Y/N breathed against his mouth, their voice ragged and filled with need, "touch me. Please... I need to feel your hands on me. I need you to make me yours in every way imaginable."
Hermes groaned at Y/N's breathless plea, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. His hand slid higher, skimming over the curve of their hip to settle on the small of their back, pressing their lower body flush against his own. He could feel the heat of them through the thin fabric of their robe, could feel the way their body molded perfectly to his own, as if they were two halves of a whole finally rejoined.
With a low growl, Hermes attacked the tie of Y/N's robe, tugging at the knot until it came undone and allowed the garment to fall open. He pushed the fabric aside, baring their skin to his hungry gaze. His heart stuttered in his chest at the sight of them, laid out beneath him like an offering to the gods themselves. He drank in every detail, committing every curve and plane to memory, as if he could never see them like this again.
Unable to resist, Hermes leaned down to press his mouth against the hollow of Y/N's throat, his tongue trailing hot and wet over their racing pulse. He kissed a path down to their collarbone, his teeth grazing teasingly over their skin before his mouth drifted lower, to the swell of their breasts. He pushed the fabric of their robe down to expose them fully to his touch and his gaze.
Hermes paused for a moment, looking up to meet Y/N's eyes, silently seeking permission. When he saw the answering hunger in their gaze, the clear invitation in the way their lips parted and their chest heaved with each ragged breath, he didn't hesitate. He took one of their nipples into his mouth, suckling and teasing the sensitive bud with tongue and teeth until a sharp cry of pleasure tore from Y/N's throat.
Hermes shuddered in bliss at the exquisite taste and feel of Y/N's breasts, their hardened nipples begging for his touch. He lavished attention on each one, alternating between firm suckles and teasing flicks of his tongue. As he pleasured Y/N with his mouth, his hands continued to explore and caress every exposed inch of skin he could reach, mapping out the dips and curves of their body.
Emboldened by Y/N's increasingly loud moans and pleas, Hermes slid a hand down their stomach to the hem of their robe. He slipped beneath the fabric and ran his fingers teasingly along the inside of their thigh, feeling the heat and softness of their skin. Slowly, torturously, he inched his hand upwards, getting closer and closer to the apex of their thighs.
Y/N squirmed beneath him, their legs falling open in clear invitation. The scent of their arousal permeated the air, making Hermes' head spin with need. Unable to hold back any longer, he touched them where they ached most, his fingers slipping through their slick folds to find them already dripping wet and ready for him.
Hermes groaned against Y/N's breast, the evidence of their desire for him making his own arousal throb almost painfully. He circled their clit with a finger, teasing and stroking the sensitive bud until Y/N cried out and bucked their hips against his hand. Spurred on by their responsiveness, Hermes eased one finger inside of them, then a second, and lastly, pumping slowly and curling to hit that special spot deep within them.
Hermes felt Y/N quiver and buck beneath his touch as he worked two fingers into their core. The sound of their moans and cries filled his ears, spurring him on as he stroked and teased their most sensitive spots. He could feel the way their walls fluttered and clenched around his invading digits, their body instinctively trying to draw him deeper inside.
With a growl of desire, Hermes shifted his position, settling himself between Y/N's spread thighs. He looked up at them with a wicked grin, his eyes glinting with mischief and unspoken promises. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly through their slick folds, savoring the taste of their arousal like a man starved.
"Hermes," Y/N gasped, their fingers tangling in his hair as he licked a slow, teasing path up their slit. "Oh gods, your mouth..."
Hermes hummed in response, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through Y/N's core. He could feel their thighs trembling around his head, could hear the hitch in their breath as he licked and suckled at their clit, his fingers never ceasing their relentless pace inside of them.
"You taste divine," Hermes murmured, his breath hot against their sensitive flesh. "I could spend hours feasting on this sweet cunt and never grow tired of it." To emphasize his point, he sealed his lips around their clit and suckled hard, his tongue flicking rapidly over the straining nub as he pumped his fingers faster and deeper inside of them.
Hermes took his time, savoring every inch of Y/N's glistening sex as he lapped at their folds with long, slow licks. He relished the way their essence coated his tongue, the tangy yet sweet flavor of their arousal filling his senses. His fingers continued their steady, deliberate pace, curling and stroking their inner walls with practiced precision.
He could feel Y/N squirming beneath him, their hips rocking instinctively to meet his pace. Their grip on his hair tightened, nails digging into his scalp as they held him in place, silently begging for more. Pleased by their desperation, Hermes smirked against their flesh, the action sending delicious shivers through Y/N's body.
Hermes pulled back slightly, blowing cool air across Y/N's soaked, swollen lips. He admired how their clit throbbed with need, peeking out from beneath its hood, beckoning his touch. He could see their arousal glistening on their thighs, hear the obscene squelch of his fingers pumping in and out of their dripping core.
"Tell me what you need, Y/N," Hermes murmured, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "Tell me how you want me to lick this pretty pussy until you're shaking and screaming my name." He punctuated his words with a slow drag of his thumb over their clit, watching as their back arched off the bed at the sudden burst of sensation.
Y/N shuddered and let out a long, low moan as Hermes' thumb grazed their aching clit. Electric pleasure jolted through their body, making their toes curl and their fingers clench in Hermes' hair. They could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in their core, his relentless touch pushing them closer and closer to the edge.
"Hermes, please..." Y/N whimpered, their voice high and breathy with need. They could feel the heat of his breath on their intimate flesh, the way he admired their dripping sex with such hunger, and it only fueled the fire burning inside them. "I... I need more. I need your mouth on me, devouring me until I can't think of anything else. I need you to make me come undone with your tongue and fingers until I'm begging for your cock."
Y/N's hips undulated, grinding their dripping sex against Hermes' face, painting his lips and chin with their essence. The obscene sound of wet flesh meeting wet flesh filled the room as they rutted desperately against his mouth. Their chest heaved with each ragged gasp and moan, their hardened nipples straining against the fabric of their robe.
"Don't tease me, Hermes. Don't make me wait any longer," Y/N pleaded, their voice trembling with desperation. They gripped his hair tighter, trying to pull him where they needed him most, their clit throbbing with neglect. "Put that wicked tongue to good use and make me fucking scream. Remind me how good you make me feel, how no one else has ever touched me like you do. Please, Hermes...please..."
Hermes growled at Y/N's breathless pleas, the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating deliciously against their dripping sex. He could feel the desperation in their voice, the raw, primal need that only spurred his own desire. With a wicked grin, he tightened his grip on their thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises, and surged forward.
"As you wish, my goddess," Hermes purred, before burying his face between Y/N's thighs and devouring their pussy like a man starved. He licked and sucked and kissed every inch of their glistening folds, relishing the way they quivered and clenched around his invading tongue. He plunged in deep, fucking them with his mouth and tongue, moaning wantonly as he savored their tangy essence.
"Hermes!" Y/N cried out, their back arching sharply as he feasted on their sex with wild abandon. Their fingers tightened in his hair, nails raking across his scalp as they held him flush against them, grinding their dripping cunt against his face. The obscene sounds of his mouth on their pussy and their shameless moans filled the room, a symphony of lust and desire.
Hermes could feel Y/N's body tensing, the way their thighs began to tremble around his head as he fucked them with his tongue. He could taste their arousal increasing, their juices flooding his mouth and dripping down his chin. Pushing two thick fingers deep inside their clenching heat, he curled them just right, stroking that sensitive spot within that made them see stars.
"Come for me, Y/N," Hermes demanded, his voice muffled against their dripping sex. "Let me feel you come apart on my tongue, screaming my name. Give me everything, baby. I want to feel your pussy spasm and flutter, milking my fingers as you scream your pleasure to the heavens. Come on, my goddess, let go for me."
Hermes redoubled his efforts, sucking hard on their clit as he pumped his fingers faster, deeper, the wet squelch of their juices filling the air. He could feel the tension in their body reaching a fever pitch, their breath coming in short, sharp gasps and cries. With a muffled groan against their sex, he thrust a third finger inside them, stretching them deliciously.
He could feel the pulse of their clit against his lips as he suckled the sensitive bud, could feel the flutters of their walls around his plunging fingers. He knew they were close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy, and he was determined to push them over. With a final, hard suckle, he thrust his fingers as deep as they could go, curling them just right.
Y/N's scream of release pierced the air, their body convulsing almost violently as their orgasm crashed over them. Their fingers tightened almost painfully in his hair as they ground their dripping sex against his face, riding out the intense waves of pleasure that wracked their body. He could feel their essence gushing around his fingers, their pussy clenching rhythmically as they came hard on his mouth and hand.
Hermes growled at Y/N's breathless pleas, the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating deliciously against their dripping sex. He could feel the desperation in their voice, the raw, primal need that only spurred his own desire. With a wicked grin, he tightened his grip on their thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises, and surged forward.
"As you wish, my goddess," Hermes purred, before burying his face between Y/N's thighs and devouring their pussy like a man starved. He licked and sucked and kissed every inch of their glistening folds, relishing the way they quivered and clenched around his invading tongue. He plunged in deep, fucking them with his mouth and tongue, moaning wantonly as he savored their tangy essence.
"Hermes!" Y/N cried out, their back arching sharply as he feasted on their sex with wild abandon. Their fingers tightened in his hair, nails raking across his scalp as they held him flush against them, grinding their dripping cunt against his face. The obscene sounds of his mouth on their pussy and their shameless moans filled the room, a symphony of lust and desire.
Hermes could feel Y/N's body tensing, the way their thighs began to tremble around his head as he fucked them with his tongue. He could taste their arousal increasing, their juices flooding his mouth and dripping down his chin. Pushing two thick fingers deep inside their clenching heat, he curled them just right, stroking that sensitive spot within that made them see stars.
"Come for me, Y/N," Hermes demanded, his voice muffled against their dripping sex. "Let me feel you come apart on my tongue, screaming my name. Give me everything, baby. I want to feel your pussy spasm and flutter, milking my fingers as you scream your pleasure to the heavens. Come on, my goddess, let go for me."
Hermes redoubled his efforts, sucking hard on their clit as he pumped his fingers faster, deeper, the wet squelch of their juices filling the air. He could feel the tension in their body reaching a fever pitch, their breath coming in short, sharp gasps and cries. With a muffled groan against their sex, he sank his teeth gently into their clit, giving it a teasing nip as he thrust a third finger inside them, stretching them deliciously.
Hermes could feel Y/N's body stiffening, their thighs clamping around his head like a vice as their climax approached. He could taste their essence flooding his mouth, their arousal coating his fingers and dripping down his wrist. The sounds of their moans and cries filled his ears, spurring him on as he tongued their clit with wild abandon, determined to make them shatter.
He could feel the pulse of their clit against his lips as he suckled the sensitive bud, could feel the flutters of their walls around his plunging fingers. He knew they were close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy, and he was determined to push them over. With a final, hard suckle, he thrust his fingers as deep as they could go, curling them just right, and bit down gently on their clit.
Y/N's scream of release pierced the air, their body convulsing almost violently as their orgasm crashed over them. Their fingers tightened almost painfully in his hair as they ground their dripping sex against his face, riding out the intense waves of pleasure that wracked their body. He could feel their essence gushing around his fingers, their pussy clenching rhythmically as they came hard on his mouth and hand.
Hermes groaned in satisfaction as he felt Y/N's body go rigid, their scream of ecstasy ringing in his ears. He could feel the way their sex clamped down around his fingers, their walls fluttering wildly as they rode out the intense waves of their climax. He continued to lick and suckle their sensitive flesh, helping to draw out their pleasure, relishing the taste of their release flooding his mouth.
As Y/N slowly came down from their high, their body going boneless beneath him, Hermes pressed tender kisses along their inner thighs, their slick folds, before placing a final, soft kiss on their clit. He gently withdrew his fingers from their still fluttering sex, bringing them up to his lips to clean their essence from them. He savored the taste, the proof of their shared passion and desire.
Hermes crawled up Y/N's body, pressing hot kisses along their stomach, and their breasts, before capturing their lips in a searing, deep kiss. His hardness pressed insistently against their hip, the thick length throbbing with the desire to be sheathed inside their welcoming heat.
Breaking the kiss, Hermes rested his forehead against Y/N's, their chests heaving in sync as they caught their breath. He gazed down at them, taking in the sight of their flushed skin, their kiss-swollen lips, and the look of pure satisfaction in their eyes. He brushed a strand of hair from their face, tucking it tenderly behind their ear, his touch almost reverent.
"That was...incredible," Hermes murmured, his voice low and filled with awe. "You're incredible, Y/N. I could spend hours tasting you, feeling you come apart on my tongue, and never grow tired of it."
"I love you, Y/N." Hermes smiled, kissing their cheek softly.
Y/N, out of breath, smiled back, "I love you too."
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Notes:
This is my first tumbrl story... yay! After being persuaded, I made a ao3 and tumblr account. I don't really understand how this app works, so warning lol... I would say I'm kind of shit at writing smut (Up to your opinion), so i appreciate advice and feedback! Thank you!
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