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Trick or Treat!! 👀👀
(I drew you a picture but it doesn’t go on anonymous 😭 — I’m sorry but I’m a coward lol)
You got a treat! Fic first, rant later.
morning-slow
Dishes in the sink from last night’s dinner and pink on his cheeks from the stubbly goodbye. Both cheeks: Harry insisted on kissing each one, slowly, green-green eyes too close and too… that, this thing that he did. Like sighing when Draco woke up and gently herding him to bed (go to sleep, love, it’s too early). Smiling when he slunk back, blanket still wrapped around his waist: and wrapping him again in his arms, in kisses, in silly thing and hey, that’s my tea! Giving up and making Draco a cup of his own, the whole world sleep-blurry and Harry-warm, the not-quite-morning quiet around them.
They sat there in steamy silence, only their teas and them awake, and Harry, grinning, couldn’t stop looking up from his notes. When Draco asked what? in a tone too gravelly for irritation, Harry just shrugged. Took his hand and threaded their fingers together. It was Draco’s left and Harry’s right, meaning neither of them could do anything now, and still they were smiling like idiots. Sitting there and just—sitting there.
The sound that came out of him when Harry sighed, when he got up (his hand still in Draco’s), a terrible thing. Scraped his throat and hurt his chest. Harry chewed on his bottom lip, too dear and too sweet, and bent down to kiss the top of his head. Hey, he said, and when Draco stubbornly refused, took his chin. Hello, love.
The humph! he was trying for came out somehow soft, a question. Harry came closer, nose-to-nose. With his eyes that did that thing they always… with affection so thick he could lick it.
Harry kissed his cheek, then the other. Kissed the tip of his nose. Kissed his forehead and his eyebrow and his chin. And Draco laughed, squirming at the ticklish attack, trying to rub himself harder on Harry’s stubble for some silly reason his not-awake mind could not yet determine. Unprepared and undone, so early in the day. Not a day. Just them, just this.
Be good, Harry smiled, with another scratchy kiss, then freed himself from the not-entirely-intentional grip of Draco’s hand. I’ll see you tonight?
That he phrased it a question was probably habit, unintentional. Still Draco found it in himself to roll his eyes, to look up with a flutter of eyelashes and tuck his head under Harry’s arm, on his soft belly. Yes, annoyed and also not, of course, git.
And now it was him and the dishes. And a day, not a day yet, which will eventually turn into night. And more of—this, Draco imagined: a lot more and then some.
Nonnie you drew me something?? WHAT?? What?? How can I see it? Tumblr friends please help how can nonnie send me the picture anonymously?
#drarry fic#Robin trick or treat#440 words#very soft morning to you all#NONNIE YOU DREW ME A PICTURE???#PLEASE I HAVE TO SEE IT#I HAVE TO. I JUST - I HAVE TO SEE IT.#Darling you don't understand I simply HAVE TO SEE IT.#I WILL CRY#rockingrobin69
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spending hours getting every single riddle in arkham asylum only to realise i have to get DOUBLE THE AMOUNT in arkham city. im never gonna complete the main story
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If I seem inactive, just know that I'm now writing a 350+ words essay about how awesome I am.
#Personal#So I'm gonna be a teacher have pedagogy as my university subject and have my exam on the 10th of January right?#I have a task to create my teacher portfolio#(I suppose this is the right term right?)#and one of the components is 'a teacher's portrait' which is an essay where you write about your strengths#and basically everything about yourself as a future possible teacher#And it's supposed to be at least 350 words#I was kinda stuck because I had no idea what I could write about myself and basically I don't like all those reflective tasks#I don't want anyone to know me in such depth ×)#But yeah this is all in the past tense because I already finished it and it turned out 440 words ✌🏻#And now I have another essay which is supposed to be at least 600 words <3#And it's about myself too aakiskdkfk#I'll get to Was Born To Lead again now#It's funny how I basically made Matías a veterinarian because yeah I wanted to be the one myself#This is definitely not the only reason I need it for the plot but his character was indeed influenced by me#And to be fair all the mains share something in common with me which is another reason why I love this fic so much#Anyway yeah I didn't become a vet but I became a teacher#Like Valerio#Aksjnskskdk#Or rather Emilio because he's more fitting#And i don't know this is just so funny to me#It reminds me how my friends called me a fancy teacher (like Valerio) some time ago#and I said 'but I'm not a teacher'#Ainskskmd here I am now#Wow life you're sometimes magical and strange#And you know thanks to pedagogy I now know about the teachers as facilitators and this is 100% how I see Valerio#It’s just him#And I want to be a teacher like this myself
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i changed the rewrite margins and it's a lot better now! :D
#it's a lot shorter now too! ;)#it went from 484 to just 440 pages!#and chapter 31 starts on 472 in the original... and 427 in this one! ;D#my stories with double digit page counts are SWEATING at that!#luckily the gutters won't need to be as big for those so i'm sure the length won't shorten that much! ;)#a shorter length is much more important for a big boi like the rewrite!#edit: that might be too many words per line now! :o#'angel's mask' has the same line length and it has 11-13 words per line#the original rewrite has 16 and this one is 18! :o#so maybe i'll leave the original right side crop and leave the gutter#that'll make it the original length while having enough room for the binding! ;)#the world of books is more than i imagined!
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Im making it to 30k tonight even if it kills me
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ive reread my most popular piece of writing multiple times since it was posted in 2017 and this was the first time i felt embarrassed by it which made me feel... bad! sure i have changed since then. but its a disservice to 2017 jeb who was so proud of what theyd written that they decided to share it with the world. and to the many people who've told me they like it! i guess its just something of a shock to me to have felt satisfied with it and then suddenly cringe while reading it when i never had before. whats changed in me. have i lost my sense of fun and whimsy?
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started the kentucky fic >:))
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𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 - 𝐜.𝐬
wc: 440
warnings/notes: lovey dovey some may even say cringe wahh, reader has been with chris since hs, mentions of hairy armpits LMFAO its hot imo but it bothers some ppl, uhh ya thats it hehehe
the sun shines into your shared bedroom with the chris sturniolo. and not 'the' as in the viral sturniolo triplets and their silly little car videos that helped them gain popularity and a fandom. nono, you mean the chris sturniolo as in the man who has always taken care of you ever since you've known him. since mary lou introduced you to him in the 7th grade. since he kissed your injuries whenever you fell off your bike or when he danced with you at your junior high prom since your date stood you up, to now. the love of your life.
as you stare at the beauty infront of you, he can't help but stir awake like he somehow knew you had awoken. he slowly opens his eyes and yawns, stretching out his bare arms to reveal his hairy armpits. he wraps an arm around you, tiredly leaning onto you. "hii" you greet, grabbing his face to kiss his cheek. "hey" he looks up at you. you look like you've been struck by lightning and are absolutely fascinated (you would be)
"you okay?" he rubs your arm up and down, raising a brow in concern. you smile softly, nodding your head. "just thinkin'" he perks up at this. you already know what he's going to say. "thinking 'bout what?" he looks at you as the early sunlight rises to your face. of course, you were right. he loves to hear your thoughts, always. even in the worst moments. he just adores your mindset and you! you're just so.. perfect.
"you, duh" you respond as he begins stroking your messy morning hair. you can smell his stinky breath from here, but you don't mind. you've gotten used to it and he's surely gotten used to yours. "atta girl." he grins, waiting for more. you place your finger on his bottom lip. he pretends to bite you causing you to break out into giggles.
"what elseee" he drags out the word like a child and he tugs on the bottom of your his shirt. you adjust yourself against the pillows to move down so you're directly eye to eye. "yer just unreal. dunno how to explain it. i just love you so much." you cheesily smile, feeling suddenly shy. you have no reason to be bashful, you've been with the man for almost six years. nonetheless, you still get butterflies when you talk about him so romantically.
meanwhile, he's thinking 'how does one respond to that?' as already said, he thinks, you're perfect. so he replies in the best way possible for both of you.
"gimme a kiss, gorgeous."
#so sloppy i apologise#i think im actually in love with him#chris sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#y/n#reader#fem reader#christopher sturniolo#chris sturniolo x reader#𝓬𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓸#chris sturniolo x reader fluff#fluff#reader fluff#sturniolo triplets fluff#sturniolo triplets x reader
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passenger princess w bucky barnes?
actually melting🫠 I finally wrote one of your asks with proper formatting, so yay😭 thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌
PASSENGER PRINCESS.
bucky barnes x implied fem!reader
word count. 440 (sorry it’s short)
Bucky is always one to lay an assertive hand on your thigh in the car, large palm spread wide with the other gripped at the wheel as he steered. The act itself was dominant, assured - the light contact of his hand on you enough to make you feel small and protected.
You wouldn't be going anywhere in particular, just a casual night drive through the city, and his hand would always be in that same spot on your thigh - just his palm laid flat against it.
Though every now and then, it would move place.
Sometimes, he would slip his hand into yours and bring it towards his face, pressing a soft kiss onto the back of your hand. He would often hold it there, close to his face - his elbow sitting on the rest, keeping you near him.
He enjoyed the comfort and warmth your hand would bring, the slightest contact of you against him enough to ground him. Just your tender touch brushing against his face as he drove.
And on other times, he would hold your hand on the stick, large palm enveloping you as he shifted gears - his grasp firm but gentle as he used your hand as a grip. His eyes would momentarily glance towards you as he did it, liking the sweet, subtle smile that would line your lips with the dominant movement. He knew the effect the act had on you, so he would do it more than he often needed - doing anything to see that expression on your face.
When he would pull up into the gas station to pump up, before getting out of the car, he would always press a kiss onto your lips, asking what you wanted from the store - your answer would most likely be the same. 'A surprise.' He'd often smile at the request, knowing what you would reply with before you even say it.
He would always give you exactly that. Bringing a bag of treats and snacks back to the car as he couldn't decide what to get you - what he should surprise you with for this time. More often than not, he'd bring up an offer as he pulled away from the kerb - suggesting to pick up a cold soda from the drive-thru on the way back home, knowing that they're your favourite.
He knew you well.
And finally, Bucky would never speed with you in the car, often far too cautious of something awful happening. He'd keep a steady pace, preferring to cruise from location to location rather than speed, rather than put you in jeopardy.
Just him driving with care, wanting to protect his most prized possession - his passenger princess.
#request#yonlyssguts#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x fem!reader#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky x reader#bucky x female reader#bucky fluff#bucky barnes fluff#bucky fanfic
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Grocery shopping with Simon “Ghost” Riley.
My blog is predominantly 18+ minors DNI
No warnings but there are mentions of food and alcohol.
440~ Words
Simon is the king of loyalty cards.
He has a Nectar card. He religiously swipes his Tesco Club card. He has a Morrisons Fuel card for Christ’s sake.
He claims it’s because it saves money, even though he frequently grumbles that “it’s a con to make you shop there more”.
So when you’re out grocery shopping he’s always looking for good deals and will use up every point, coupon, and special offer whenever he can.
Before you he wouldn’t dare put something in the trolley if it wasn’t on offer, switching deodorant brands frequently, eating the same soup for weeks because he had to buy ten cans to get the best price.
Now, however, he has loosened his rules. Relaxed his near-obsessive frugal habits, because he wants you to have the best.
If that bottle of wine/brand of crisps/favourite ice cream you like is on offer? Well that just sweetens the deal. Literally.
You call him out on it one day when you’re in the frozen aisle, trying to decide between a branded frozen treat or Asda’s (cheaper) own brand.
“Get the more expensive one,” he coaxes you as he notices your decision paralysis as you hover in front of the glass door.
He snakes his thick, muscular arms around your middle and pulls you back against him as he places a kiss to the side of your temple. You lean back and squeeze his forearms with both hands as you look up at him.
“Don’t think it’s a waste of money?”
“Nah, besides, we earn enough to not worry about,” he pauses to peer at the prices, “A fifty pence difference.”
“Who are you and what have you done with Simon Riley?” You ask with a chuckle as he smiles against your skin, a soft hum rippling through his chest.
“Shut up and just get the ice cream,” he growls but there’s no menace in it.
You both know how much he’s changed, how much he’s grown since he met you. It warms your heart to know that you’ve impacted his life so positively.
Heavens know he’s done the same and more for you.
You finish up the shop and are getting ready to pay when the woman at the till beams at you.
“Ah the sign must have fallen off, this is actually half-price!”
She wiggles the tub of ice cream in the air and you can’t help but grin at the way Simon exhales in a silent laugh. Nostrils flaring as he tries to stifle the triumphant grin on his face.
CoD Masterlist
Grocery Shopping with Gaz
Grocery Shopping with Soap
Grocery Shopping with Price
Grocery Shopping with König
#simon riley#simon ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#Simon Riley fluff#ghost x you#ghost x reader#simon x reader#simon riley imagine#cod mw2#cod x reader#call of duty modern warfare#cod mwii#call of duty#ghost cod#cod#141 fluff series#CoD Grocery Shopping Drabbles#theywhowriteandknowthings fluff
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smut ramble: ellie reading your body
pairing: e. williams x reader
genre: smut + fluff
word count: 440
warnings: language that explicitly denotes reader as afab, this is literally smut so reader's discretion is advised for that alone and MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mention of past erotic choking but overall very vanilla
author’s note: i was straight up in the middle of reading another fic writer’s smut and got a burst of inspiration, then i wrote this. yay !! also, as a black woman, i usually write for black readers but reader’s race doesn’t make a monumental impact in this little drabble x4, so go crazy !! also, these dividers are by @cafekitsune ! the goat.
just had the most random (not really, i’ve been thinking about this for the last week and a half actually) thought of how tender ellie is with you; how, when she has you naked under the heat of her eyes, spread open for her in the most testimonal manner, she presses her center to your’s with the utmost care; how she slots her body against your’s just right. skin to skin, breaths in sync. that harmony always comes to an end, however, when she begins to circle her hips. her goal is to catch your clit with her’s just how you both like.
you’re sopping wet and, goodness, she can hear so vivdly the way her essence mingles with yours—lovingly, carnally, desperately. the slick of you two is hightened by the silence and stillness of the room. after all, not much moves on the acres of a farm in the middle of jackson county, wyoming just hours before sunrise (except the two women occupying the house, of course).
the aura around you two buzzes, and as she grows more needy for her release, ellie’s grunts and pants waltz with your whines. her gait is getting you a little too worked up for her liking, however. she sees the signs: tremoring thighs, thready inhales, lost hands begging for a place to squeeze and tug for refuge.
these make her slow just enough to turn your cries indignant. you lift your eyelids so you can glare your annoyance into her, but ellie’s already caught you in her gaze.
she husks, “keep ‘em open, baby.” she leans further into you to put a calloused hand on your cheek and a soft kiss upon your lips. “you gotta keep ‘em open if you wanna cum harder, remember?”
you do remember.
you remember the first time ellie made you squirt. it was when she’d wrapped her hand into a near-fist around your throat and forced you to give her your undivided attention as she fucked her strap into you at a pace so brutal, you had bambi legs afterward.
though, like i said, ellie williams is gentle today. she realigns your focus by gradually finding the pace she’d kept before your burst of excitement. she splays her hand across your hip, smooches the plush of your calf, and manages to never lose your eyes the entire time.
a cracked moan and a yelp later, you cum unbidden.
the moral of the story lies here: ellie speaks the language of your body as though she’s been studying linguistics for the entirety of her life. to such extent and farther, that is how much she loves you.
@picklesarenice69 - girl, i know this isn’t what you’ve been asking me to tag you in, but i wrote something and i thought you might appreciate it 😂
#ellie x reader#ellie williams x reader#ellie smut#ellie williams smut#ellie x black!reader#ellie x black reader#ellie williams x black!reader#ellie williams x black reader#wlw#lesbian#tlou 2#𝐯'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬
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what svt’s hyung line gets you for valentine’s day
genre | fluff, svt x gn!reader
wc | 440 and then some <3
seungcheol
he’s seen everything you’ve been eyeing since early january. when the 14th rolls around, he showers you in a mountain if gift boxes. each one contains an expensive clothing, bag, or accessory. seungcheol makes it clear that any pretty penny spent on you is worth it to see you smile.
jeonghan
he isn’t sure exactly what you want. he’s not the type to go all out and buy you something super expensive. instead, jeonghan opts for a more sentimental approach; a new disposable camera and two bus passes to the beach. the two of you fill the camera with goofy smiles, clinking glasses over pasta dishes, and calm memories in the sand at dusk.
joshua
joshua’s been planning a bracelet design for you since december. he’s been picking at chains, custom ordering charms, and hand-crafting trinkets. the whole thing really comes together in late january, when he finishes adding the final few pearls and clamps each metal ring closed. it’s not much, but he wears the biggest smile when he hands it to you at his meticulously planned candle-lit dinner.
jun
he’s a bit unsure if his gift is good enough. it’s corny and makes him cringe a little, but he decides to move forward with it. one visit to build-a-bear later, jun presents you an obnoxiously large teddy bear with a recorded voice message he begs you not to listen to when he’s around. despite the low quality speaker, you can make out the words “i love you, forever and always.”
soonyoung
valentine’s has never been soonyoung’s strongest holiday. he’s a practical gift-giver, and his mind goes blank when he tries to think of a gift for you. but, a few phone calls and pep talks later, he finally presents you with a pretty necklace with the initials “KSY” dangling from the chain. you notice his own necklace later, with your initials decorating his neck.
wonwoo
he gifts you a scrapbook full of memories. the tickets from your first date at the local fair, a photo of the abysmal snowman the two of you made last december, a receipt from the burger joint you both frequented on late nights when sleep wouldn’t come, along with candid photos of the two of you.
jihoon
he hates that it’s the only thing he can think of, but he does it anyway. after weeks spent locked in his studio, shuffling through lyrics, melodies, and rhythms, he manages to polish off a song before he plays it for you. despite his usually shy demeanor, he performs it for you at night, acoustic guitar and all.
a/n | back after a while! maknae line should be out soon
#svt x reader#svt fluff#svt drabbles#seungcheol fluff#jeonghan x reader#seungcheol x reader#jeonghan fluff#joshua fluff#joshua x reader#jun x reader#jun fluff#soonyoung fluff#soonyoung x reader#wonwoo fluff#wonwoo x reader#jihoon fluff#jihoon x reader
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eyeliner - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 440 - NSFW but not explicit (stripper!Regulus, anyone?)
James wasn't sure how he'd ended up here. Somehow, Marlene's entire bachelorette party had migrated to the strip club, where scantily-clad dancers moved suggestively, and Peter had already taken three shots of tequila.
James stared around, eyes a bit glazed from the alcohol, not looking for anything in particular, contemplating challenging Pete to take another shot when he saw him-
An angel.
He moved across the room like he was floating, dark hair falling in loose waves over his kohl-covered eyes, matching black satin lingerie covering perfectly slim milky-white skin scrawled with tattoos.
James reached out to slap his hand against whoever was sitting next to him, hardly daring to look away.
"Ow! James, what?" Dorcas's voice yelped.
"Something to write with. Quick," James muttered, voice rough, eyes still glued.
"Erm...I only have-"
"Whatever you have," James nodded, still craning his neck to stare.
Not bothering to look at the pencil in his hand, he began to move as soon as he closed it in his fingers, chasing the man he set his sights on.
And with absolutely no finesse, he tapped him on the shoulder, nearly choking on his own spit when he realized that he had the most beautiful grey eyes on the planet.
After an awkward moment of silence, during which the piercing eyes looked him up and down, the man asked in a low, bored voice, "Want to dance? It'll cost you."
"No-no. Just a date," James forced out, still begging his brain to catch up.
The man scoffed. "What kind of person do you think I-"
Realizing how it sounded, James corrected himself. "A real date. Dinner. A movie. You- you're lovely."
Thin fingers pushed a strand of black hair away from eyes that stared at him suspiciously. "Yeah?"
"Yes. Please," James nodded. "Can I have your number?" He held up the pencil as he asked.
But the man smirked. "Eyeliner?"
Doing a double-take, he looked at the pencil only to realize it was eyeliner. "Fuck. Sorry, I-"
"No problem," the man replied softly, snatching the pencil from him and holding his hand firmly.
How was it so sensual? Suddenly, the man was carefully, slowly writing on his arm with the dark pencil, the sensation of it drawing goosebumps and fire from James's skin. He almost drooled, watching the way the man bit his lip in concentration as he drew letters and numbers across his skin.
"Call me," the man whispered after a moment, handing the pencil back. He turned before James could say a word, giving him a wonderful view of the g-string he wore.
"Fuck," James murmured, looking down at his skin.
Edit: Marlene and Dorcas are having a joint Bachelorette party, guys. Sorry for the confusion!
#marauders#harry potter#marauders era#fanfic#marauders fandom#harry potter marauders#the marauders#the marauders fandom#the marauders era#james#james fleamont potter#james potter#james x regulus#james potter/regulus black#james potter x regulus black#regulus black#regulus arcturus black#james loves regulus#regulus deserved better#james and regulus#jegulus microfic#jegulus#jegulus fanfiction#starchaser#sunseeker
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Catnap X introverted ! Fox smiling critter! Reader
Though unlike catnap they take it to another means of extreme, it's not by any means that they're shy it's just they go by any means to isolate themselves because they're not used to such an outgoing environment.
I guess since both of them are introverted and won't make any means of initiation, let's say that both of them find themselves going to the same spot they use to hide from people not knowing the other uses it time by time.
They get used to each other (involuntarily) because it's the only hiding spot that none of the other critters are aware of, so they have to tolerate each others presence and what if catnap gets interested in reader because of how enigmatic they are and maybe even get a lil crush on them :3
Awh, cute!
Trigger warnings: none
Romantic/platonic: a lil bit of both
Requested by: anonymous :3
Category: fluff
Ship (romantic or platonic): Catnap x introverted!fox!reader
Word count: 440
Hiding From You, Only to Hide With You
Foxes were normally very outgoing, much like dogs or pet birds. But you were a bit different, being considered the ‘hidden smiling critter’ from your shyness. The others never saw you, maybe a glimpse but if they somehow remembered your name despite never seeing you and then try to talk to you, you'll run and hide.
You were laying down in your little hidey hole, it was small but big enough for at least three of you. It was cozy and warm, and isolated. It was your refuge from the world.. or, well was until you opened your eyes and saw a certain feline staring at you with confusion as he had one foot in as if he was going to get in with you. “What are you doing here? Uh..” he thought for a moment, trying to remember your name.
“I'm just hiding.” You mumbled, the words having lost all meaning through your barely parting lips while almost too quiet for him to hear. You noticed how he forgot your name and after some thought, you answered with the same amount of timidness if not more. “(Y/n)..”
He nodded and hummed, before getting in the hidey hole. “Well, scoot over.” He said before kneading the ground beneath him, purring as he loafed and prepared for a nap. You awkwardly stared at him and thought about if you should stay or if you should go, but ultimately decided to stay due to no other hiding spot being oblivious to the others.
And it just kept happening time and time again after that. After maybe the fifth repeat, you two finally started talking. With catnap initiating of course because he didn't like basically sleeping next to some person he didn't know. So he asked the basic questions and answered for himself, but he found it strange how shy you were.
On the seventh time, he was almost excited to see if you were there. Which you were. He crawled inside and happily snuggled up, purring and even nuzzling his head against the crook of your neck and head. His ears twitched and his tail gently swayed about. “Do you just like..
Live here?” He asked with curiosity, slightly joking but at the same time not.
You shook your head, speaking up softly. Your speech was still quiet but it felt like with every interaction it slowly grew louder. “Well, no.. but I like to lay here.. it's nice and cozy, and away from everybody..” you murmured, just slightly above a whisper but loud enough for him to hear. He thought about that and nodded with a smile.
“Well, not everybody.”
Thanks for requesting!
#smiling critters#catnap x you#catnap poppy playtime#catnap#catnap x reader#poppy’s playtime x reader#poppy playtime x reader#poppy playtime
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Clarisse La Rue - Lover
Characters: clarisse, demigod!reader
Contents: kissing, first 'i love you', brief mention of the battle of manhattan
Word count: ~440
a/n: i wrote this super early and i think its cute 😭
it was a normal summer evening at camp half-blood. across the sound you could see the sun setting, the sky a beautiful swirl of oranges and pinks.
there you laid content in your girlfriends arms, hidden from the eyes of any lingering campers. your head laid on her chest hearing the rhythmic beating of her heart. the heart that had grown to adore you over the past 6 months.
6 months. an entire half-year since the battle of manhattan. the war may have ended but the scars formed from it would last a lifetime. literally and figuratively.
aside from that, the past few months for you and clarisse have been nothing short of wonderful. you loved her, she loved you...or at least you hope she did. the infamous 'l-word' has yet to be said between you two. it was just sort of an unspoken truth.
so there you lay in each other's arms watching the sun set. unbeknownst to her your head was spiraling with insecurity. did clarisse love you as much as you loved her? did she at all? why hadn't she said? she would've said it if she did right?
your thoughts started to consume you slowly but your mouth moved before you brain could process.
"i love you."
you didn't even notice clarisse was talking and you interrupted her. but she did look surprised.
"what was that?"
you turned around to look her in her eyes. "i love you, clarisse."
she didn't say much but you couldn't tell if her silence was from shock or repulsion.
"i-i'm sorry. just forget i said anything-"
your words seemed to bring clarisse out of, thankfully, shock. "no no that's not it i just - wasn't expecting you to say it first."
"what?"
she doesn't respond, instead, in a sudden movement, she kisses you. her lips seem softer than usual and all you can do is melt into the kiss as your own lips part, and the feelings that have been bubbling under her surface come to the front. you were hers, and she was yours - you knew that was the truth.
you try to pull away for a second to breathe but she chases your lips as she kisses you again. you place your hand her shoulder and she holds you waist. you grip onto her shoulder.
in a fit of confidence you pull away slightly and whisper against her lips, "mine."
she smirks and chuckles. "yeah i'm yours. and you are mine."
you sighed dreamily. "gods i am so in love with you, clarisse."
"and i you." she replied then kissed you once again.
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Fun Girl ♡
Featuring 🌷: cheater!jey uso + female!reader
Warning ☁️: rough sex, dirty talk, overstimulation, daddy kink, unprotected p in v, affair, cum eating, angst, 18+ Minors please don't interact. Thanks! ୨୧
Word Count 🌷: 1k
Scenario ☁️: Based on Fun Girl by Summer Walker. You’re enraged after learning that the cause of Jey’s inability to commit is simply because you’re viewed as just a “fun girl”.
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Moans and grunts filled the Hotel room 440 as Jey held your leg over his shoulder, drilling into you. His eyes sparked with lust as he watched your face contorted in pleasure, “Ain’t this what you wanted?” Jey snarled. Tears ran down your cheeks as every stroke pushed you to your limit, “Yesssss.”
“Yes, what?”
‘Yes daddy, p-please…I’m gonna cum,” Your bottom lip quivered as you felt him hitting your spot.
He rubbed your clit in circles as your legs shook. His eyes met yours, brows knitted, mugging you as he slammed into you harder, enunciating each word, “Stay. Fuckin’. Still.”
Unintentionally, your body shook harder at his words and began reaching for his chest but your attempts were unsuccessful. ‘Move yo’ hand, I ain’t playing witcho’ ass,” His jaw tightened as he buried his dick inside of you and paused, forcing you to feel all of him. That made you convulse and tighten around him, cumming instantly. Your back arched off of the cool sheets trying to get away from him but he held you in place.
"Take that dick, keep cumming for daddy." He praised.
Your body shivered as you whimpered. You should’ve known that he wasn’t finished considering that he didn’t cum but you expected him to go easy on you since it was the first time in weeks since you two have had sex. In a swift motion, Jey pulled out of you and flipped you over. Wincing at the sensitive feeling between your legs, you cursed him. “Bitch, my fucking pussy is sore.” He snickered, fixing your arch and reentering you, making you cry out. ‘Yeah, shut that shit up,”
He stayed still for a minute, trying to be ‘’considerate’’ of your soreness. As he kept a steady pace, you squirmed feeling his dick harden with every thrust. He continued his slow pace, groaning at how tightly your walls hugged him. "Fuck, you feel so good." He mumbled under his breath. Before you could grow accustomed to his strokes, he grabbed your arm and held it behind your back, brutally fucking you. All that could be heard was his hips slamming against your ass. You were a moaning frenzy as he fucked you aggressively, after a few deep thrusts he slapped your ass, gripping onto your hair with his other hand.
"Tell daddy where he at…" He groaned angrily and you obeyed him, “M-my stomach!” moaning louder as he fucked you faster. Jey bit his lip harshly as listened to your moans turn to screams.
‘Daddy hitting that spot, ain’t he?” He groaned, realizing he was hitting your g spot as you began jerking. Your walls gripped him tightly as he moaned, feeling his own orgasm coming. "Fuck, I'm ‘bout to nut." Keeping his pace as you felt your stomach drop again as your orgasm hit you harder than before. Jey rested his head in the crook of your neck as he nutted inside of you. After he pulled out, he laid back against the headboard, staring at you through hooded eyes. “Come clean up yo mess,” and like a moth drawn to the flame, you lazily wrapped your lips around his length before he forced your head down.
“Stop teasin’...”
He held his hips still so he wouldn’t gag you as you tasted the combination of both his and your release. You hummed at the satisfying taste. You looked up at him with watery eyes, admiring the way he watched you with a hint of dominance. His chest rose, still feeling sensitive. He pulled you up and kissed you, praising you with a simple ‘Good girl’ before you rested your head onto his chest.
Silence filled the dim hotel room as Jey rubbed his thumb against your jaw, until he spoke. “You know we can’t do this shit anymore, right?” He mumbled, looking at you cautiously, eyeing your reaction. You slowly looked at him, “What do you mean?” You sat up a bit. Jey cleared his throat before softly raising you off of him, “We done.”
“D-done? Jey, you cannot be deadass.” You croaked. You felt your heart beating out of your chest, this man was more than just a fuck to you. More than just a sneaky link. You loved him.
“You just ain’t cut right and y’know dat.” He sighed, running his fingers through his beard.
“I don’t understand…does this have something to do with your wife?”
“A lil bit, we gon’ work it out so I mean… you smart. Y’ know what I’m tryna say,” Jey scoffed while he got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. It was almost as if none of this bothered him. He acted like he didn’t care and you felt like your heart was being ripped from your chest. You sat up and crossed your arms, “What the fuck do you mean Jey!? You talked a big fuckin’ game when you told me that you was gone take me serious. You said that you were done with her!” You argued before wrapping the sheet around you and quickly following him. He rolled his eyes as he hopped into the shower.
You stood outside of the shower, pacing. “Is it ‘cause I know what I want, just like you? I can love who I want and fuck who I choose too, huh!?”
Jey let out a sarcastic laugh, “You must’ve forgot the saying ‘can’t turn a ho into a housewife’. The way you flaunted yo’ ass all over social media, attention seeking and shit. Hell, ready to catch flights for some dick, you knew damn well I won’t gone take you serious. You was just a fun girl.”
Fun girl? The word repeated in your head over and over. You felt a lump in your throat, tears swelling up in your eyes, you felt used. Undesirable. You didn’t want to waste another second near him. You quickly put on your clothes, grabbed all of your belongings and marched out of the hotel room. It was unfair, life’s so unfair.
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Thanks for reading babe ☁️🌷
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