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Skinny people are a fucking plague I’m not kidding.
#oh hey Faye mind if I don’t include you in events because you’re not skinny?? cool cool also mind if I don’t post pictures of us together#cool cool that sounds great. also I’m bringing my skinny friend who hates vintage to a vintage fashion event so you don’t embarrass me lol#ugh. sorry. I’m sick of this shit.#ventpost don’t touch.#one of my childhood best friends wouldn’t invite me to water parks or swimming because I was chubby and it still hurts
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In A Good Way
Clarisse La Rue x Fem!AphroditeCabin!Reader
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sypnosis: basically episode two but if clarisse had a gf (so what should have been canon pretty much)
a/n: sorry dior is so fine i had to get the thoughts out this is kinda shitty also but anyways i hope you all enjoy!!
In A Good Way - Faye Webster
warnings: some violence, swearing, soft and ooc clarisse but only bc i wholeheartedly believe she is soft only for her gf and i love soft clarisse, also protective!clarisse my weakness, i’m insane, cringe, tell me if i missed anything!!
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You watch Clarisse bump into the poor boy.
You’re sitting with your siblings, Tyla and Jackie, but your eyes were drawn to her even across the courtyard. Your eyes are always drawn to her.
She shoulders him hard, then immediately turns around and pushes him straight to the ground. Tyla gasps next to you as he crashes sharply into the dirt.
“Your girlfriend is a literal menace, Y/N,” Jackie scoffs.
“How do you think I feel having to deal with her?”
You really do feel bad for the boy, Percy, you think. Regardless of whether or not he really killed the Minotaur (Clar spent the entire night talking your ear off about how it simply can’t be true) it’s his first day at camp. He’s helpless, to say the least.
Feeling less than your whole life and then finally coming to a place where everyone else is like you, finally getting answers- it’s a shock.
You always feel bad for every new camper. Especially the young and tiny ones like him. Besides, you like his cute blonde hair.
“Oh, haha,” Jackie rolls her eyes. “You love her.”
You start to get up, faking a dramatic sigh, “I do.”
Tyla giggles as you walk away and come into earshot.
“Hey. Knock it off, Clarisse. It’s like his first day, come on.” Luke seems as unimpressed as he always does, slightly apathetic, as another Hermes cabin member tugs Percy up.
“Wait, so, this is the kid who killed the Minotaur. Is that right?” she takes a step forward, a misleading smile on her face.
“Yeah,” Percy says, awkwardly looking around.
“I’ll bet,” she smiles, her eyes lighting up in prospect of someone new to torture. “Look, you want attention around here, dummy? You better be ready for it when it comes.”
Her eyes meet yours.
“Clarisse!” you say in a sing-song voice, walking up to her and placing your hand on her shoulder. “He’s, like, twelve.”
“Oh, but he’s strong enough to kill a Minotaur?”
Your eyes lock, her hand brushes your hip, and you get those same cliche butterflies in your stomach you always do when you look at her.
You smile.
You see her eyes soften.
She turns back to Percy after a moment, faking forward, and he flinches so hard he almost falls back.
Her and her Ares siblings laugh, you roll your eyes, and push her away. She walks away, her siblings in tow, and you turn back to Luke.
On Luke, Thalia, and Annabeth’s last stretch to camp, they came across you. Your satyr protector had been killed by a monster protecting you, and Luke had held your hand and promised that all of you were going to make it to camp.
You’ll always have that bond with Luke, even though Clar hates his guts and his best swordsman in camp title.
You place your arm on his shoulder, he slings a loose arm around your waist.
Luke is pretty much the only person who can get away with touching you like this, or else they’ll receive a nice message from Clarisse in the form of a dagger barely missing their face.
“Ares kids,” Luke explains to Percy. “They come by it honestly. You got lucky today. If Y/N hadn’t come around, you probably would have gotten knocked over again.”
“Hi,” you say, sticking out your hand. “I’m Y/N.” Percy shakes your hand, smiling awkwardly.
“She’s Clarisse’s girlfriend and the only thing that stands between the camp and total destruction.”
“Oh,” Percy says, not quite able to hide his surprise and slight disgust. “She seems… nice.”
“Well, if you look like me, she’ll love you. But… I don’t think that’ll happen.”
Percy chuckles a bit.
“Why don’t they bother you?” he asks Luke.
“Ah, they know better,” he says, squeezing you closer to him.
“Yeah, Luke’s the best swordsman in camp,” one of Luke’s siblings says. You can see something in Percy’s eyes, a light that reminds you a bit of Clar.
“So, they stay away from you because, glory? So, if I get glory, Clarisse wouldn’t mess with me either?”
“Exactly,” Luke affirms. You look at him out of the corner of your eye. What the Hades is he teaching him?
“And people think I’m a big deal?”
“Well, sorta-”
“And my dad’s got no choice but to claim me.”
Oh. Your heart squeezes for him.
“You… you can’t force the Gods to do anything,” Luke says, trying not to hurt Percy too much.
“Well, yeah, but… it would make it a lot harder for him to pretend I don’t exist, right?”
“Maybe,” Luke concedes.
“Great. Where do we start?”
You laugh. “Ooh, I like the way you think.” You slip away from Luke, smiling at Percy. “Come find me if you wanna try your hand at some Aphrodite skills.”
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You find Clarisse sitting outside her cabin at a picnic table, polishing her spear, her favorite activity.
You sit down next to her.
“Hey, baby,” she murmurs, a bit too entranced with the gift from her father.
“I only have a few minutes before I go to archery, but… I think you’ll enjoy this.” She looks over at you for a second, then right back to the spear. “Don’t make me charmspeak you, La Rue.”
“Okay. Okay, sorry, what?” she sets the spear down in her lap, staring up at you with a smile as if she hadn’t been ignoring you a second ago.
“Percy Jackson wants to find glory so you’ll stop bothering him,” she snorts, “and so his father will have to claim him.”
She hums.
“Well, I like him. I think he’s cute.”
She shoots you a bored look.
“Don’t say horrible things like that.”
You play with a curl hanging over her shoulder. “We both know I’ll say whatever I want.”
“Oh, I know.”
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“What happened to you?”
You turn to look at Clarisse’s smirking face.
“What?”
She rolls her eyes. “C’mere,”
You lean forward, across the space between the Aphrodite cabin and the Ares cabin tables. Clarisse puts her hand to your face, thumb tracing along your cheekbone. She pulls back, and you stare at her dirt covered thumb.
“You’re covered in dirt, gorgeous.”
You hurriedly raise your hand up to your face, groaning when your palm does in fact come away covered in dirt.
“Percy is definitely not a child of Apollo,” you mutter.
“What d’you mean?” Clarisse asks, handing you a few extra napkins as you begin to wipe off your face, a spot on your shirt you had noticed.
“Luke’s taking him around, trying to figure out what he’s got a talent for. It was funny, actually, he shot the arrow over all of us on the side and we all went crashing into the ground.”
She doesn’t seem to find it as funny as you do.
“It was an accident, Clar!” you say, all sing-song again.
“Oh, I’m sure it was. Exactly why I don’t believe he killed that Minotaur.”
“Adrenaline makes even mortals do crazy things.”
“You don’t kill a Minotaur with adrenaline,” she hisses.
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Capture the Flag is held the next day. Clarisse and two of her siblings have been particularly pissed off all morning, and no matter how much you bug her, she only says “you’ll see” in this horribly nerve-wracking tone.
You have the same job you do every game. Sit in front of the flag, and charmspeak anyone who tries to come near it.
You’re decent with a bow, okay with a sword, but this is one area where you really shine, where you can really help.
After the first game, the blue team has learned to wear ear plugs when they come near you. But you’re like a siren, you come around and take out their ear plugs anyways. They’re scared to touch you, because one of the Ares kids will run right off to Clarisse, and she tells you all the time that she’d rather lose dessert privileges for a month then see you with one scratch.
Chiron stands imposingly on the large rock at the start of the small river that divides the two halves of the woods.
“The first team to retrieve the opposing flag and return it across the river shall be the victor.”
You know these rules by heart.
Ever since your first Game, the day you met Clarisse, you’ve loved them. You’re not the most violent person, nothing near Clar and her insatiable thirst for competition, but there’s just something about the game.
She walks forward through the sea of red-marked armor, digging her spear into the ground and glaring at what you can only assume to be Percy Jackson.
“Any magical items you may possess are permitted as well. Every camper who is not injured has to play. Prisoners may be disarmed, but may not be bound or gagged.”
You suppress a laugh at that rule. That one was only implemented a few games ago, right after the one where you had been taken prisoner and tied with vines to a tree. When Clar had heard, she actually almost murdered a few kids and maimed some more.
Although it made keeping prisoners a little awkward, Chiron had proclaimed it was in everyone’s best interests.
“Let the games begin!” he shouts, the conch blows, and the entire team screams in a terrifying war cry.
The blue team bangs their shields and weapons together, and now you have 20 minutes before game on.
Clarisse is the captain of your team, of course. She marches around barking orders to everyone, as if their positions aren’t already drilled into their heads.
“Hey Clar,” you say. You’re surrounded by a few Ares kids, a few other good fighters, ready to protect the flag and by extension you- with their lives.
Capture the flag games are taken seriously.
She looks at the red flag in your hands, smiling in that smug way she always does. She doesn’t smile this way when it’s just you and her, but you can still see the softness in her eyes even now. With Clarisse, her emotions are all about the eyes.
“You all know what you’re doing?” she asks. All the kids behind you nod. “Good,” she smirks, starting to walk away.
“Are you hunting in your usual woods today?” you ask, heading in the same direction as her.
She smiles, a full toothy grin.
“Oh, baby, I have something even better planned.”
Clarisse is not one to change the strategy.
You can’t get it out of your head what she’s been saying about Percy.
“If you kill someone, I’m killing you.”
She just smiles.
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One of the kids holds the flag from up on a rock, acting like a lookout. You lean against that rock, your armor digging into your thighs at the awkward angle, waiting for someone to come. Everyone else surrounds you in the flag, in battle stances.
The conch blew about 20 minutes ago, and you should be seeing someone soon.
“I think Luke’s coming,” Corey, the Apollo kid lookout says.
“Of course he is,” you mutter. He’s always in charge of getting the flag, because he’s not afraid to touch you. Clarisse knows he’s just your friend, or else he probably would have been dead by now. They emerge from the woods, not bothering to try for stealth, all in defensive positions.
Everyone lets you take the lead. You understand why Clarisse loves power. It’s addicting, it’s like lightening in your veins.
“Hi, Luke,” you smile.
He can’t hear you, but he returns the smile.
“You’re all going to turn around and walk 300 feet in the other direction.”
Luke sighs as one of the kids actually turns and walks away, heeding your command. Everyone else has their earplugs in tight, but it always gets one or two of them.
You roll your eyes. “You always make this so difficult, Luke.”
You walk towards him, maybe you can surprise him and rip the ear plugs out of your ear, but he suddenly springs his leg out so you trip, slamming into the ground and getting a face full of dirt.
“Bitch,” you mumble, ready to get up. Suddenly, a Hermes girl throws herself on top of you, slapping a hand over your mouth.
As soon as you hit the ground, the fight erupts around you.
“You can’t do this, Luke, it’s against the rules!” you screech, but it’s muffled through the girls thick leather gloves.
Matty, one of Clar’s siblings sighs heavily. “Fuckin’ hate this dude,” he mumbles. “Marjorie, go get Clarisse.”
The girl runs off, and Matty adjusts his helmet.
“Don’t know why you do this to yourself, man.”
Luke kneels down in front of you while you scream obscenities next to his name. He makes a big show of taking out his earplugs before ruffling your hair.
“Thanks, Y/N.”
He whips around and his sword immediately clashes with Matty’s, and they’re locked in a flurry of metal clashing and glinting in the sunlight. Matty is really good, probably bested only by Clarisse, but Luke is still the best swordsman in camp.
He puts up a valiant fight, but Luke disarms him.
Your back is really, really starting to hurt like this.
It’s whirlwind, but there were more blue team then red team, and sometimes sheer number beats out even the best of the Ares cabin.
They grab the flag and run for the beach.
The girl waits for another moment until one of the Ares kids points his sword at her.
“You’re really gonna want to let her go,” Matty says. She stands up and books it, following her team.
“Eat dirt!” you scream as she runs away, but she still has her earplugs in.
Matty helps you up.
“Clarisse’s gonna kill us all.”
“I hate Luke Castellan. I hate him, I hate him, I wish him nothing but pain and suffering.”
Matty claps your shoulder.
“Hey, at least we all get to watch Clarisse beat up the Hermes cabin at sword practice tomorrow.”
And you do like seeing Clar fight, the way she’s so focused and truly in her element, sweat making her skin glisten in the sunlight…
“That will be fun,” you concede. Matty laughs, and you all make your way down to the beach.
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The scream scares you.
All the kids around you jump up with their swords, thinking a monster had somehow made its way near camp, but you recognize that voice.
“Clarisse,” you mumble, feeling frozen.
“What?” Matty asks, his eyes scanning the forest. “What’d you say?”
“Clarisse,” you repeat, breaking off into a run towards the sound of it, towards the beach.
“Clar- wait, Y/N!”
But you’re already long gone.
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You make it to the beach a minute after the conch sounded, the blue team having won, making it just in time to see the blue trident appear over Percy’s head. You can barely even register the fact that he’s a forbidden child, your eyes immediately finding Clar’s siblings, the ones she was supposed to be hunting with today.
“Hey, hey,” you breathe out, almost slamming into one of them. “W-where’s Clarisse? I heard her scream-”
You love her so much it’s like your heart will break if you even think about her being hurt. It always seems like Clar is the one who loves you more, only because of her proud and overprotective nature, but really you love her just as much.
You just never have the opportunity to threaten to kill someone like she does for you. She does that all on her own.
“Oh, uh, she went that way,” he points in the direction of a barely there path, heading into the woods and back to camp.
“Great, thanks!” you shout, already running after her.
You catch up with her after a minute, your gaze landing on her practically stomping through the woods. She’s angry. She’s angry, why?
“Clar!” you shout, and she whips around, standing still while you sprint over to her. “Clarisse, Clarisse, are you hurt? I-I heard you scream-”
You run your hands up and down her arms, and after a tense second of her staring at the ground, she puts her hands on your hips.
“I’m not hurt, I’m fine.”
She looks like she’s about to cry. But you know she won’t ever let herself cry, won’t ever let herself be perceived as weak.
You wrap your arms and let her put her face in your neck. She’s almost shaking with how angry she is, her fingers digging into your hips, and she stops herself and lets go before she can hurt you.
“Oh, baby,” you murmur. You’re not sure what happened. But she screamed like that, not like she was scared, but like she had just lost something. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“No.” She says into your neck, simple, and you respect it.
“Okay, well, let’s go back to your cabin. You’re not gonna believe the day I had. Will it make you happy to know I give you permission to beat up Luke?”
She looks up at you with skeptical eyes. You both ignore the tears staining her cheeks. “Really?” she asks, slightly hopeful, even through all her anger and sadness.
“Come on,” you smile, letting go of her and sliding you hand into hers. She meets your pace and wraps her arm around your waist. She doesn’t tell you she loves you, but you know.
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You flop down onto Clar’s bed. As the head counselor, she gets the best bunk. On the second floor loft, where there’s only enough space for single beds, meaning she doesn’t have to deal with bunk beds, all the way in the corner for a little privacy.
She stands in front of you, slipping off her shoes, and your reach forward to work at the knots of her breastplate.
She stares at you until the armor is lose around her, and she lifts it up over her head and leaves it haphazardly on the ground.
You lay flat, stretching your aching back, and Clar leans over you to help you take off your armor. You probably don’t even need armor, but Clarisse is overprotective by nature, by blood. It makes her feel better, and it really doesn’t bother you much. She lifts it over your head, letting the metal crash into the floor before laying down next to you.
“Sorry,” you mumble. “I’m supposed to be here for you but I’m so tired, and my back hurts so bad…”
She laughs. You smile, and it falls into comfortable silence.
“Can I really beat up Luke?” she says after a second.
You open your eyes and she’s laying on her side, propped up her arm and staring at you.
“Oh, you can.”
“Why?” she asks, still not quite believing you.
“Okay, so, Luke comes over, right. And you know, I try to charmspeak them but only one of them goes. I walk over to Luke and he fucking trips me! It was so embarrassing, baby, I literally ate shit.”
She smiles and puts her arm around your waist, tugging you closer to her.
“Then, some girl tackles me before I can get up, and puts her hand over my mouth so I can’t do anything. Which first of all, is completely against the rules, and second of all, it really hurt my back! Then, then, Luke has the audacity to say ‘Oh, thanks Y/N!’ and ruffles my hair, like? I swear to Gods, I just want him to… well, I don’t know. Suffer.”
“Don’t worry, gorgeous,” she mutters into the top of your head. “I’ll make sure he’s unrecognizable.”
You smile. “I don’t know what I would do without you, Clarisse. Who would defend my honor and fight my battles?”
She seems sort of placid, tired, like she’s just a still lake reacting to your body wading in deeper. It’s almost like she’s gonna fall asleep, and she’s always tired after capture the flag, so it’s not unusual.
“I’d be there,” she mutters, her eyes closed.
You’re both silent for a few more minutes, just the two of you together, her strong arm around you, the way it’s always meant to be.
“He’s a son of Poseidon. Did you see?”
“Yes,” you whisper. “I saw.”
“It’s not fair,” she says, like the child she never got to be. “I spend so much time, so much time trying to make him proud- it took months for him to claim me and he gets claimed on, what, his third day?”
Her head lands on your chest, your hands smoothing down her hair.
She touches the necklace she gave you months ago, bringing it out from under your shirt, the simple chain with the pretty charm that looks like a spear. More so an arrow, but it’s supposed to be her spear.
“He broke it,” she whispers.
“Broke what?”
She sits up a little higher, her hands reaching behind you and undoing the clasp on your necklace. You haven’t even taken it off since she put it on you, so of course she would be the one to take it off.
“He broke my spear.”
“Oh, Clarisse…” she stares at the necklace before folding it up tightly in her palm. She breathes out as she lays back down on your chest, her legs entwining with yours, your hand back in her curls.
“The Hephaestus kids can fix it, but it won’t be electrical anymore.”
You don’t say anything. Most people would say “it’s better than nothing” but you’re demigods with absent divine parents.
Clarisse didn’t tell you it was better than nothing to at least be claimed by Aphrodite when one of your siblings got a magic item from her. She didn’t try and tell you “maybe someday” when you cried in her arms.
Because more often then not, you’ll die before your godly parent even claims you. More kids die on their way to Camp Half-Blood then Chiron would like to admit.
And what would the Gods do? Nothing. They would do nothing about it, because they don’t care.
Clarisse doesn’t cry, but you know she wants to, and you let her know that she can cry if she wants to. She can, if she has to. You’d never turn her away.
If she hasn’t realized already, you’re in this for the long run.
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Clarisse fell asleep in your arms, then pulled you back when you tried to go back to your own cabin, and you figured Chiron wouldn’t mind this once.
She finally let you go after you screamed that she couldn’t kiss you before you brushed your teeth, mumbling about how you’re depriving her.
When you meet up with her again, she has her sword in hand and her armor strapped tight to her body.
It was just a great big coincidence that the Hermes, Aphrodite, Ares and Demeter cabins all had sword practice at the same times. Clarisse looked all too happy at being able to get out some anger from yesterday, because sparring is the only way Clar has to work out the intense feelings she inherited from her father.
“So, who should I metaphorically kill?”
“Ooh, big word,” you tease. She grabs your chin, making you look at her, but she’s smiling too much for it to be a threat.
“C’mon, baby, who?”
“Luke. And…” you point, “That’s the girl who tackled me. Oh, and that’s the boy who fought Corey and got the flag. I don’t know his name.”
“‘Cause he’s irrelevant,” she says. You hum. “You just wait right here, gorgeous, enjoy the show.” She winks before sauntering off in the girls direction, smiling in that misleading way, asking her if she wants to spar.
You beckon Jackie and Tyla over to you, who both seem unimpressed.
“Please don’t tell me you put Clarisse up to attacking the Hermes cabin,” Tyla sighs.
“I didn’t put her up to anything. She did it all on her own.”
“Oh, sure she did,” Jackie rolls her eyes.
“Don’t act like you all aren’t gonna enjoy it.”
Tyla meets your eyes, then Jackie’s.
“Sorry, Jacks, it’s, like, really entertaining!”
You all laugh as Clar leads the girl into the circle, laughing even harder when she disarms her after a minute. The boy who took the flag barely lasts 45 seconds.
When Luke walks up to her, she throws her sword down and tackles him. You give her a minute before you pull her off.
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clarisse, about to beat up percy
y/n: oh no no no no you don’t
clarisse: ok i won’t kill him rn 😍😍😍😍
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y/n: yeah like idk what i would do without you who would protect me and fight my battles
clarisse “i would be there” la rue: bitch our love transcends the laws of physics I WOULD BE THERE
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y/n giggling and kicking her feet watching clarisse beat up luke
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#clarisse la rue#clarisse la rue x reader#clarisse la rue x y/n#clarisse la rue x you#pjo tv show#pjo x reader#pjo x you
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In a Good Way
Farmer!Abby Anderson x Housewife!Reader
Summary: You help Abby relax after a long day on the farm.
Warnings: SMUT!! a little bit of fluff, oral (a recieving), fingering (a recieving), hair pulling, kissing, mommy kink, orgasm denial, petnames, switch!Abby, switch!reader, squirting, spit, overstimulation, and a lil degradtion
Song inspo: Kingston by Faye Webster
A/N: I tried to keep it sweet and cute and then I just completely went off the rails with this...oops!
Also I hit 700 followers on here...wtf thank y'all so much! it is so amazing to be able to share my stuff on here.
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Abby had finally finished up the last thing she needed to do around the farm before she headed back home. When she looked at the time on her phone, she realized that she was going to get home early.
As soon as she pulled up to the driveway of her home that she shared with you, her excitement grew. Abby knew that you were most likely cooking some delicious meals for dinner as well as dessert to have afterwards. She hated having to leave you all alone in the house while she was away working. Every morning at 7 a.m., she got dressed for the day, and you would lay in bed looking and beg her to stay even though you knew she couldn't. She would tell you how much she wishes she could, then place a soft kiss on your lips and make her way out the door.
Oh, but the look on your face when she got home made it all worth it to Abby.
When she left, you found things to do around the house to occupy your time. Some days you would clean around the house, make a quick trip to the local farmers market to pick up some things, read, paint your nails, or count down the hours until your wife got home.
You have to admit that it was sometimes lonely when Abby wasn't around, but you didn't really mind it. She tried to encourage you to go out and make some friends, but you refused. You were never good at making friends, and you were okay with being alone. Being alone allowed you to have time to do whatever you wanted without being judged by other people.
Abby calls out your name but gets no response. However, she did hear the sound of soft music playing from the kitchen and you singing along beautifully. The smell of whatever you were cooking made Abby extra hungry as she tiptoed her way to you.
"I didn't know that I was capable of being happy right now,
But you showed me how"
She stopped at the door and noticed that your back was turned to her as you swayed your body and stirred the pot.
Behind you, you could hear the familiar sounds of Abby's heavy boots coming up behind you slowly. You try to hold back a giggle because you know she is trying to scare you. You could feel her body close behind you as you kept on moving your hips softly to the beat.
"Hey, baby," You say with your back still facing her.
"How the fuck do you do that? I can never get you," Abby playfully scoffs as she brings her hands onto your hips and presses her body onto yours. Both of you were now swaying together to the beat of the song.
"Because I know you and all your tricks, abbs," You chuckle. "You can never scare me." Abby lets out a soft hum as she kisses the back of your neck and up to the back of your ear. You leaned your head to the side, allowing her better access as your body relaxed into hers and your eyes closed.
"You make me wanna cry in a good way"
"I missed you so fucking much, baby." She whispers into your ear. You shivered as Abby's hands began to move toward your stomach, pulling you further into her hard body.
"I miss you too, sweetheart," you breathe out dreamily. You had missed Abby so much today that all you wanted to do was stay in her arms forever. "I was thinking about you all day." Abby places a kiss on your ear.
"Mm, yeah? My beautiful little wife was thinking about me today." You didn't even realize that you still had the wooden spoon in your hand until you dropped it into the pan of mashed potatoes. You spin around and wrap your arms around Abby's neck, as one of her hands is now sitting low on your back and the other is placed in the middle of your back.
All you could do was stare into her eyes before you began to speak. "You don't understand how much I think about you every day, darling," you confess to Abby as you place a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose. "It's been a year since we got married, and I still can't believe you're mine, Abby." You tell her breathlessly. Her freckle-covered cheeks turned a deep red as she blushed.
"Baby, I should be saying these things to you," She tells you as she brings her face close to you without any hurry. "Beautiful." She whispers before her lips fall on yours.
The kiss was soft. Neither of you rushed it, as you both took your time and savored each other. You were addicted to the taste of Abby's soft, pouty lips and the taste of her mint chapstick that she always put on.
"You weigh just as much as me, don't you
I can feel it when we touch"
Your hands grip the back of her neck as the other tugs at her messy blonde braid. Abby moaned into your mouth as you kept tugging and as she leaned in, making you bend back a bit. You feel her hand, which was placed on your lower back, now go down to your ass. Abby kneads at it as she continues to kiss you.
A minute later, you both pull away from each other simultaneously, breathing heavily.
As you both stare and caress each other, you give her braid one last tug as you stand on your tippy toes and go to kiss the bottom of her chin. Her fingers were still kneading into your cheek. "Why don't you go take a shower? Dinner should be ready as soon as you get out; is that fine with you, baby?" You ask her as you rub the back of her neck.
Abby gently nods her head as she replies, "Okay, baby. Thank you so much." She leaves one last kiss on your head as she gives your ass a quick slap and makes her way out of the kitchen.
All you could do was bite your lips and shake your head while observing her ass and thighs in her tight cargo pants.
...
After Abby's shower, she somehow convinced you to ditch dinner and sit with her for a little.
"Baby, I'm not even that hungry, honestly. I just wanna hold you." She says as she sits on the couch, pulling your waist so you can sit on her lap. Rather than sitting sideways on her lap, you adjusted yourself so that you were straddling her.
You knew she was hungry, she was just coming up with an excuse for you to join her.
"Abby, I know you're lying, babes." You tell her, looking deeply into her blue eyes as you push away some of the loose hair that came out of her braid. Her hands came up to your waist and held onto it.
Ugh, whatever, but I still wanna be here with you right now. I feel like we barely got to see each other this week," Abby confessed. You nodded your head and let out a hum, letting her know that you agreed.
Instantly, a thought popped into your head. "You know what, Abs?" You looked at her with bright eyes, seeing that she was already looking down at you with a curious look on her face. "You've been working really hard at the farm all week, and I think you deserve a break, don't you think?"
Abby briefly thinks about it: "Uh, I mean, I guess, sweetheart, but it's going to be really hard to find someone to take care of everything..." As much as Abby would love to spend the day with you, she knew that in order to get the job done the way she wanted it done, she was going to have to be the one to do it.
"Abby, please take the day off..." Your hand drops into your lap and slides up her shirt so you can feel her. "For me, baby," you murmur in a low voice. You observe her eyes as the soft look that was once there has quickly been replaced with a desirous stare.
"You slutty girl, you just want me to take off so I can have my way with you and make you cum all day, hmm?" Abby looked into one of your eyes, down at your lips, and back up to the other eye. All you could do was nod your head, unable to articulate the words.
Her words were vulgar, but she made them sound like the sweetest thing on earth with her soft voice.
The girl lets out a hum before she can say anything else. "Fine, I'll see what I can do." She places a quick peck on your lips and begins sensually gliding her fingers up and down your waist, inching close to your ass. You arch your back into her strong one, making your whole body tremble with nervousness and excitement. Your head started to feel fuzzy.
Even after years of knowing Abby and being very intimate with her, you still get nervous around her at times. It was easy for Abby to detect your nervousness without you saying anything. "Aww, am I making you nervous, my love?"
"You always make me nervous, Abs."
"Yeah?"
You nodded your head, leaned forward, and wrapped your arms around her neck. First you stroked the back of her head, then you pulled her braid down, making her head lean back into the couch.
You couldn't help yourself whenever she had her braid in. Something about the hairstyle invited you to pull against it, which Abby didn't hate. As a matter of fact, Abby loved it when you pulled her hair as she ate you out.
You bent your neck down and began to lick on the sensitive spot on her neck, making her grip your waist tighter and your hips thrust up to your clothed core.
"Oh, this feels so good, my girl." She whimpers softly. "You're making mommy feel so good."
Her words made you suck and lick her neck more. You wrapped her hair around your fist to help hold her in place. Abby trembled with pleasure as her throat released a sexy moan. With each suck on her neck, Abby could feel the sensation shoot down her body, making her clit throb.
"I wish I was fucking your pussy right now," she confessed. "I'd pound that pussy so good while you suck all down my neck." You could feel her throat vibrate with each word.
You continued your assault on her neck for a little while longer until you unwrapped her hair from your fist, stopped sucking, and leaned off of her body. She released your waist, stretching her arms on the top of the couch as she looked at you and bit her luscious lips. "Oh fuck me, baby. You look so delicious right now." You groan before grabbing her chin to look at her neck. The redish, purple hickey on her neck caught your eye. "This will let everyone know you're mine. You're my wife only, right?" You asked her possessively.
She nodded her head as soon as you asked her, "Forever, I'm forever yours, baby. Only yours."
"Good." You say as you place a quick kiss on her lips.
You never doubted Abby's loyalty at all; she never gave you any reason to question her—you just liked hearing her tell you.
"You want me to go up the stairs and get the strap, baby?" She asked. You shook your head at her, causing her to slightly frown.
You absolutely love it when she fucks you with the strap, but tonight you wanted it to be all about her. You wanted to show her how much you appreciated her.
"No, I wanna make you feel good, my love." You tell her before pushing yourself off of her lap and sitting down next to her. You were balled up into her side; your feet were folded up on the couch, and your right hand sat on her lower stomach. You noticed that her pants sat low on her hips—she didn't have on her underwear, and your fingers were just a couple of inches away from her pussy.
"Can I make you feel good?" You whispered to her as you looked up at her to see her already looking at you. Her eyes gazed at you as she took in your appearance.
"Baby, you don't have to do that, you know," she pleaded, making you scoff at her.
Abby is a stubborn woman; she's always so hard to persuade, even if you're practically begging her.
"I know, I don't have to do anything," you bluntly tell her, "but I want to."
The hand that once sat on her lower stomach was now gathering the spit from your mouth and about to slip into her pants before you looked at her again. Abby sat there agape with anticipation, ready to see what you were going to do. "Is it okay if I touch you, baby?" You asked her before touching her.
She wildly shook her head until she realized that words weren't coming out of her mouth. "Y-yeah," She stammers.
With that, you slide your hands deeper into her pants, feeling the light fuzz of her hair, and dip your spit-coated fingers onto her clit. You feel her strong arm bring your body closer to her tense one as she shakes and gasps. She was already sopping wet without your spit.
Her eyes flutter closed, while yours are still stuck on her face. "You're so wet, mommy. Tell me when I made you this wet." You moaned out as you rubbed lazy circles onto her throbbing clit.
"When-" She tries to speak but is interrupted by her own moans. She bites down on her fist as she tries to gather her words and stop herself from moaning.
You didn't like that, though; you loved hearing her pretty moans.
"Put your fist down; I want to hear all your beautiful sounds. Now, tell me what made you so wet, mommy." She instantly dropped her fist as her grip on your shoulder tightened.
"When you-oh my god-when you licked my neck and gave me a hickey," she said as you used your middle finger to flick her clit back and forth in a fast motion, making Abby try to grab at your hand. She didn't know what she was feeling right now. She wanted you to stop, but she also wanted you to keep going. She wanted to cum and lose her mind at the same time.
As she inched closer to her release, she whispered, Don't stop, in your ear, but that didn't stop you from teasing her, so you gradually slowed your pace on her clit and completely stopped. Just as fast as the feeling came, it left just as quickly after you slowed down, making Abby narrow her eyes at you and snarl.
"Aww, you were gonna cum? Hmm, baby?" You tease her as you pull out your hand from her pants and stick your fingers into your mouth, tasting her saltiness. You made eye contact with her as you sucked on your finger.
"You're such a tease, you know that, right?" She breathes out.
You just let out a laugh as you popped your finger out of your mouth. Abby suddenly moved her arm around you and got off the couch, leaving you confused. She then began to strip herself of her pajama pants, leaving her nude from the waist down. You couldn't help but kiss her pelvic bone as she stood tall in front of you. You swipe your pointer finger through her wet slit, making her weak to the knees. Before she could go down, she staggered and grabbed your shoulder tightly.
"N-no touching yet, sweetie..." She scowled at you and said, "You're gonna get on your knees and eat my pussy like a good girl, okay?" You nod your head at her as your eyes trail up her body, stopping at her face. She released your shoulder, stroked your cheek, and faintly muttered good.
She sat down on the couch, scooting to the edge so that her bottom was halfway hanging off. She sat there with her legs wide open, practically inviting you in. You just sat there, taking in her appearance, until she snapped you out of it. "What are you waiting for, baby? Get on your knees."
Without any hesitation, you dropped to your knees and positioned yourself between her legs, just a few inches away from her pussy, which was glistening from her wetness. You gawked at the view in front of you as your mouth watered, still tasting her juices on your tongue.
"Are you alright?" she asked you, making you look up at Abby, who had her eyebrow cocked up with amusement. "You can have a taste if you want," she encouraged you. However, you didn't need much encouragement.
With that, you leaned forward, feeling the heat of her body as you got closer, and licked up her wet slit before wrapping your lips around her clit and sucking. Abby let out a gasp, holding her breath as she silently uttered, Oh my god, with a strained expression. She was about to reach for your head before she tried to grasp the cushion of your shared couch. You can hear her scratch at the polyester as her dull nails slide across it.
You dug yourself deeper between her legs, swirling and flicking your tongue around her clit. You could feel her arousal spreading across your face, including your nose. "Just like that, baby, keep eating mommy's pussy," she said, breathing hard. You felt yourself grow more and more greedy for her; you wanted to feel her against you, but you continued on pleasuring her. "You love tasting me, huh, beautiful?"
You loved it more than she could know; seeing the way she squirmed and moaned as you ate her out did something to you. It made you feel feral.
You let out a deep moaned around her clit, making her convulse at the vibrations. Abby's eyes squeezed shut as her jaw went slack before you released her clit from your mouth with a faint pop. You watched her sigh out as her eyes opened. She looked down at you with twinkling eyes and let out a chuckle. "Oh fuck, look at that messy face," she cooed at you. You licked up some of it that sat on your lips.
"It's so good, mommy," You moaned up at her.
"Yeah? Well, why don't you have some more?"
You nodded as you went back to licking her pussy. First, you nibbled at her lips, licking them and sucking. She enjoyed it for a little before she let out a frustrated grunt due to the lack of stimulation.
"Are you gonna keep teasing me, or are you actually gonna do something?" She said. You let out a soft laugh at her frustration, causing her to mutter fine as she grabbed onto the side of your head and shifted her hips so that your mouth went onto her clit. "Now eat." She demanded.
Right when she said that, your lips began to suckle on her pearl gently, making sure not to do too much. She pulled you in more as she grinded her hips, loving the way it felt when her clit when released from your mouth and sucked back in. You tuned out the sounds of your slurping as you were focused on making her cum.
"My good little slutty wife, look at you," she sighs out as you lap up her juices, "a-always taking care of me." You tried to keep your eyes open to watch her, but with her words and delicious taste, you couldn't help it.
You began sucking harder, making her body tense and her legs clamp around your head, but you quickly grabbed her inner thigh. You allowed your drool to flow off your tongue as you ferociously ate her cunt, making her more soaked.
"Gonna cum, baby! I'm gonna cum all over that pretty face." She moaned loudly, making you moan as well. "I'm cumming, oh fuck!" Her body was still tense, but now she was shaking—she cursed out and moaned your name as her cum gushed into your mouth. You swallowed it while some of it dripped down your chin.
You eventually pulled away from her pussy once her orgasm died down. Her breathing was loud as she lay there with her eyes closed, trying to catch her breath. Her loose strand of hair was stuck to her now sweaty forehead, looking beautiful as always. You just sat there between her thighs as you whispered, It's okay.
Finally, Abby took one last deep breath before opening her eyes, looking down at you, and letting out a chuckle. "I needed that," She said. Her hands rested over top of her t-shirt-covered stomach as she relaxed on the couch.
"I can tell, baby. You okay?"
"I'm more than okay," she said as she smirked at you, making you giggle. "Now can I fuck you? I wanna make you feel good."
"Nuh uh, Ms. Anderson, not tonight." You tell her as you place kisses on her inner thigh. Her body began to squirm, but she still kept her composure.
"It's actually Mrs. Anderson," she corrected you with her perfectly shaped eyebrow arched as she raised her left hand to show you her ring. "And why not, baby?" Her previous expression dropped quickly as she pouted.
"Because...I wanna keep tasting you tonight," you try to tempt her as you place your kisses closer to her pussy. It was working because she sucked in a sharp breath and bit down on her lip.
"You think you can cum one more time for me, mommy?" You asked her as you planted a kiss just above her pussy where the hair lay, on her soaking lips, and on her clit. She just nodded weakly as she watched.
You placed one more soft kiss on her clit before starting your attack again. You began to eat her out as if you were tongue kissing her plush lip. "Fuck, what has gotten into you, sweetie?" Abby moaned.
You groaned onto her pussy while bringing your fingers up to her pussy and teased her wet hole. You realized that you caught her by surprise because her body jolted. Once you slithered your finger into her, you began to move it in and out of her while servicing her clit with your mouth. You can feel her walls squeeze around your fingers.
"You're gonna make me cum already."
"Give-give me your hand so I can hold it while you make me cum," Abby sputtered out. You reach up, with your left arm resting on her thighs and stomach as our hands intertwine. Abby's stomach, as well as yours, flipped—there was something so mushy yet arousing about it. Seeing and feeling her finger rub against the ring she had given you did something to you. You move away from her pussy with your teeth lightly grazing against her clit. You slowly pulled your fingers out of her, then began to rapidly rub her pussy, making sure to focus on her clit.
"I-I'm cu-oh my god, I'm cumming." Her moans became uncharacteristically high, her legs got wider, and her grip on your hand tightened. Your arm began to ache as you continued your movements, but you had no plans on stopping.
"Cum for me, Abby; cum all over my hand, beautiful." You egged her on. You felt her squirm, trying to get away, but you pressed your wrist down on her stomach. Her face got redder and spread down to her neck.
"Shit! If you keep going, I'm gonna-" Her words were cut off as her eyes rolled to the back of her skull. Suddenly, her wet sounds got louder, and liquid began to gush from her, causing it to go everywhere. Down your arm, on your face, on your shirt, and all over herself. Some of it had even gotten on the couch, leaving a large wet spot, and on the carpet.
We're definitely going to have to get a new couch now.
"Oh!" You squealed out in surprise, continuing to rub against her clit. "You're squirting so much, baby!" It made you giddy that you were the one doing this to her.
Her body trashed around and trembled as she tried to speak, but she couldn't, so you decided that she had enough and stopped. You got off your knees and sat on the couch next to her before pulling her head into your chest. Her arms immediately wrapped around you. You could feel her quivering and breathing hard into your chest as you stroked and kissed her head.
"You did so good, baby," you murmured to her, rocking her back and forth.
You both stayed like that until she cooled down. You heard her say something, but you couldn't hear her, so you asked her to repeat herself.
"I can eat your pussy now," She said as her words were muffled into your chest.
"No, Abby. You need to rest."
"But I—" she tried to get out before you interrupted her.
You rolled your eyes. She was being stubborn again.
"No, plus you'll be home all day tomorrow, so you can do whatever you want." You smirked, making her smile into your chest, and said true in agreement.
It went quiet for a while until you felt Abby's breathing even out and her body slump against yours. She was asleep. You just shook your head, knowing she had been tired all along.
#abby tlou#abby anderson#abby x reader#tlou fanfiction#tlou#tlou fic#tlou part 2#tlou smut#tlou2#tlou fluff#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson x fem!reader#abby anderson smut#abby anderson fluff#Farmer!abby anderson#smut
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Hii, can you write some Coriolanus Snow smut? Maybe where the reader get trapped woth coryo in dr. Gaul’s lab and they accidentally both breath sex pollen in?
Sex Pollen — Coriolanus x reader
a/n: hello everyone!! thank u so much for the insane amount of request i’ve been getting as a response to my recent post. i will be getting to them do not worry i apologise if i’m slower than some of you were expecting. like i’ve said i’m not used to this and got followers A LOT quicker than i expected but again thank you all, lots of love Faye xx 💋
warnings: nsfw 18+, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, coriolanus is a munch, fingering, cum play? (legit like a sentence at the end), lmk if i missed anything!
“woah what do you think this does?” you asked Coriolanus scanning the rack of vials containing numerous colours of liquid.
“i don’t know but let’s just get the medicine and leave”
“hmph fine” his response was much less daring but you simply assumed the pains he was getting medication for were getting to him.
You watched Coryo search through cupboards and shelves, meanwhile you found interest in a vial holding golden powder. Picking it up you observed the contents, the million specks of gold dust shined in the vial, it released a sweet smell, similar to maple syrup and honey.
“come look at this Coryo”
“give me a second. just gotta grab these…GOT IT!!”
his sudden outburst shocked you, the vial slipped from you hands smashing onto the ground, particles floated in the air, the room filling up with it as it wafted onto you and Coriolanus.
“what is this, what was in the vial?!”
“i don’t know okay you just scared me i’m sorry i don’t know why i dropped it”
Noticing your frenzied state he rushed over next to you.
“hey hey it’s ok, it was an accident, i shouldn’t have yelled at you, i apologise”
“we have to get out quickly” grabbing the medicine you’re both about to leave until Coriolanus stumbles, you rush to him grabbing him by the arm. An action supposedly to support him but rather resulting in you falling on top of him. Scrambling up the two of you rush out of Dr Gauls lab with barely any time to spare before her return. playfully winking at him you turn around mouthing the words “mission accomplished”. The triumph causing a rush of adrenaline you believed to be the reason behind the heating up of your body, little did you know the truth was far from that.
Back in your room the full effects of what seemed to be contained in that vial were effecting you, sharp pains assaulted your body while the heat only rose in your lower stomach.
Lying spread eagle face down on the bed you could barely move your head to hear the door to your room open. Coriolanus came rushing through standing by the side of your bed.
“what was in that vial. tell me you feel it too. tell me i’m not going crazy” you’re at a loss for words at this point simply nodding your head as a no in response to him questioning his sanity.
Your eyes finally focus enough to take notice of Coriolanus’ clothing — or rather lack of — his muscular physique is sculpted in a clean white wife beater and a pair of boxers. Your lower region only seems to get hotter and this sight, the first gush of liquid releasing from you, a sudden sensation shocking you as a small gasp left your mouth.
“what happened… oh” Coriolanus looks down as your thighs rub together, the embarrassment you should’ve felt seemed to have been taken over by the overwhelming need to be filled by something, a feral hunger only he could fill. A few seconds of silence pass by until you hear a loud sigh “fuck this” reaching forward Coriolanus lips capture your soft ones.
Both of your tongues fight for dominance, in the end Coriolanus wins unsurprisingly thanks to his ferocity, his hands resting on your hip slowly sliding up your shirt. Calloused hands squeeze your breast over your bra while your fingertips brush across his hard chest, no crevice of his abs left unexplored.
Clothes start piling up on the floor until Coriolanus is fully undressed staring down at you with you legs spread, a simple white lace underwear covering the one place he wants more than ever, a small oval stain of your need increasing his sense of urgency.
Pulling your hips closer to the edge, he kneels on the floor dragging your panties off and throwing them somewhere to join the rest of your clothes
“you’re so fucking beautiful”
you nervously smile down at him
“do you want this too?”
“please i need you, fucking hurts please do something, anything”
he breathily laughs at your response getting to work quicker than you expected, the feeling of his mouth sucking at your pussy while his tongue flicked back and forth over your clit leaves you a writhing, your loud moans echoing around the room. While his mouth is busy working on you, one of his hands is jerking off his cock, the tip bright pink and glistening from pre cum.
Coriolanus’ hands flip you over, pushing your back into a deep arch you’re more than compliant to, his hand forcing your cheek against the sheets while his other one positions his cock against your dripping hole. Sliding the length of his dick against your pussy he coats it with your arousal, which he uses as lube, slowly entering your pussy.
“Tell me when to keep going, god you’re just so wet for me”
Your pussy perfectly wraps around his cock and as you start getting used to his girth you began pushing back against him, more inches entering you, stretching you out more than your fingers ever could.
“Please keep going coryo hmm” you beckon him to began thrusting.
The noises of Coriolanus’ hips smacking against your ass from his hard thrust are the only things heard around the room, wet noises of your leaking pussy join soon, the volume of your moans increasing even more once two of his fingers rub at your clit.
You whine when Coriolanus pulls out, the empty feeling causing the pain from earlier to return.
“wanna look at your face when you come” you hear him whisper before he flips you over.
He roughly pushes your thighs against your shoulders, the action squishing your breast together, as he quickly slides himself back into you. His actions almost a whole one eighty compared to how sweet and gentle he was at first. However you’re not going to complain right now, staring into his blue eyes, the pair covered in a glossy shine with how dazed he is from pleasure, he moves his cock in and out at a pace that has you ready to come.
“Not yet baby”
“Hngh I’m gonna come please let me come”
“Wait for me, you’re not coming until I do, together”
You’re basically clinging onto the edge of your climax, the warm and wet walls of your pussy tighten around him cock, releasing more animalistic noises from his throat. He almost growls out the word ‘come’ and of course you’re more than happy to do exactly that. His hips stutter and with one more thrust Coriolanus’ cum shoots deep into your pussy, the feeling of your walls tightening, milk more and more cum out of him.
As he slowly pulls out, a mixture of his thick load and your cum pours out from your hole, the two of you watching it leak it. Unexpectedly Coriolanus drags his middle and ring finger through the mess, collecting a decent amount he pushes it back into your pussy, twitching a little after having such a stimulating orgasm.
Coriolanus kisses your forehead, his arms wrapping around your curdled body pulling you close, pressing yourself against him. The two of you falling into a peaceful rest.
~unedited~
#smut#coriolanus snow smut#coriolanus snow#coriolanus x reader#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#the ballad of songbirds and snakes smut#young!coriolanus snow
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this little trend is so cute omg
but I don’t have a bf…or a husband… so,
things my situationship (?) does that are very Porter coded ♡
obsessed with cars and when I told him I just wanted a regular ford pickup he called me boring and rolled his eyes
“oh btw I won’t be in class today” “what? you’re leaving me? why?” “you’re acting a lot like you’d miss me sir!!” “and what if I did?”
proceeded to FaceTime me while he was sitting in said class
called me emo after I told him my quince dress was black. Mind you I’ve never seen him in anything else BUT black.
threw me over his shoulder and spun me around after I told him I’d be too heavy
Bullied me for my braids the whole day, then, “maybe I should put a hat on.” “Why?” “dunno.” “Do you actually think they look bad?? Never listen to me again”
puts his headphones on me at random times to show off his “hardcore” music taste (rap), but he was in Faye Webster’s top listeners for 2023… also thinks I don’t know this
“hey I love my little pony!!” “honestly??” “yeah, Twilight Sparkle is goated”
remembers almost every episode and its plot, including Equestria Girls
swears up and down he’s a “lover” but has played multiple girls in the past
Interestingly enough though hasn’t talked to anybody but me since we met. Very surprising
“I don’t see the issue you have with me tbh” “get off my cellphone please.” “lemme hit? :/”
gets mad at me if I open doors for him. “I am not going through there.” “you’re beyond difficult.” And then opens the door for me instead
acts nonchalant and tough with his friends and other ppl and then sweet to me
would be endearing if he didn’t join them making fun of me sometimes
says he doesn’t mean it afterwards
“I told you to never call me again. ” “…if I get you Wendy’s will you forgive me?” “yes actually!”
had horrible cramps once and he kept his hand on my stomach for an hour while working because I told him it helped
notices little things like my texting habits and the tone of my voice…He knows what he’s doing. Bastard.
“*talking about my research project*” “you like… smile with your eyes.” “I do?” “yeah.” “oh.” “sorry, I just like to look at you. Keep going.”
please help me.
tbh tho he could be Vincent if he tried.
#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redactedverse#redacted porter#I don’t know why I still talk to him#he has big eyes that’s why. damn#dw I’m self aware ik hes toxic#hopefully he comes to his senses bc we could be married with two kids by now 😞#Also if this isn’t porter-esque.. bare w me#haven’t even listened to the summit audio
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*im wandering cheerfully around nearby*
(have i told you about fayes voice kink? you talk to her long enough and she basically gets hypnotised by your voice :3)
Oh hey Faye!
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Moon boys' reaction to see you casually naked for the first time
paring: moon boys x fem! reader; established relationship
warnings: mentions of nudity (duh) and sex
a/n: something quick to fulfill my daily moon boys fluff need
genre: fluff
tags: @twwcs @friendlyneighbourhood-parker @devilish-mirage @fayes-fics @syrma-sensei
Steven:
You wrapped in nothing but your fluffy orange towel was the first thing Steven saw when he opened his eyes. He was absolutely stunned at the sight, even though you had sex last night.
"Hey, sleeping beauty" you called out with a wide grin on your face.
If he was till sleepy, he was not anymore. He opened and closed his mouth.
How did a gorgeous woman like you fell for him?
You dropped your towel, and strode towards him. "Morning, handsome" you leaned over to press a kiss to his head. Striding over the closet, you put on your panty and pulled up your comfy pants.
"Hello, love"
Oh, he could get used to this morning view.
"I'll go and make your favorite breakfast, now," you spoke, pulling a t-shirt over your head and walking out of the bed room.
He smiled to himself thinking about how lucky he was.
Marc:
"Yes, it's all in the file!" you let out a sigh.
Marc watched you rummage through the drawers, your phone pressed between your neck and shoulder as you got out of the shower. Your hair was still wet, beads of water clinging to your lips and rolling down your chin with every words you spoke into the phone.
It was a busy morning.
He couldn't help but smirk. He has seen you naked multiple times before of course, but this casual intimacy of you getting ready in front of him made him feel things the way he thought was impossible.
You really needed to hurry up for work.
"Where is it?" you mumbled to yourself, looking for you favourite bra. "Hm? No, no. It's nothing." You grabbed your favorite panty, pulling it over your legs.
He walked towards you with a soft smile. "Here, let me", he took off the bra from your hand and helped you put it on.
"Thanks, baby" you gave him a quick peck, smiling.
He moved behind you and slowly kissed your right shoulder blade.
"No, I'm talking to my boyfriend. Yes, yes, I'll be there in a few"
Your boyfriend. He smiled, kissing your left shoulder blade. This is a nice rountine. How easily you fitted into their lives, it felt like you've always been there with him.
His fingers caressed your skin as he hooked your bra.
With a sigh, you ended the call.
You felt his lips on the spot just below your neck. "Baby, I have to get to work" you groaned at the thought of abandoning his pretty lips.
He chuckled. "You know I love you, right?" he turned you around so you could see his face. He deep brown eyes looked painfully soft, it made you melt. He reaches out to stroke your cheek with the back of his fingers.
"I know" you nodded into his touch, leaning closer and kissing him.
Jake:
You were completely drenched in the rain. Shivering, you quickly stripped off your wet clothes to change into dry, warm ones.
The way Jake's gaze roamed over your body left you feeling flustered. No, his gaze wasn't ravenously hungry, no. He looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing he ever saw. To him, you were. It was the first time he saw your naked body when he wasn't fucking you to the oblivion.
"Eres tan hermosa, princesa"
That comment made your cheeks warm, you averted your eyes from his, looking anywhere but his face.
He moved closer to you, his finger slowly tilting up your chin to make you look at him.
"Amorcito," he wrapped a soft towel around your shivering body.
"Thanks, baby" you smiled, graciously accepting it and drying your body.
He left you to get dressed into something comfortable. After few minutes, he came back with another soft towel and a cup of hot chocolate.
"Aw, Jake" that man made your heart melt into a puddle. "Thank you" you hugged his torso despite both of his hands were busy.
"Little help, querida?" you felt his chuckle reverberating against your body.
"Oops" you grabbed the cup from him, placing it carefully on bedside table.
Soon, you were cuddled to his side, drinking hot chocolate and watching your favourite show together, while he dried off your wet hair with the soft towel.
The way this man went soft for you, the way his eyes held nothing but fondness when he looked at you made your heart flutter with happiness and love.
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eres tan hermosa, princesa - you are so beautiful, princess.
amorcito - sweetie
querida - darling
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*Hypar walks in*
Hey faye...
(hmm problem is she went to the otherside of the world- Gonna make it so Bunny came back for something for her and can take him)
*Bunny turns to him*
Oh- You're looking for Faye?
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Hey Faye! How are you doing?
-@good-wizard
*I'm sitting in a tree on a branch because i seem to have an obsession with doing that. When i hear you, I look down grinning madly*
Oh! Good Wizard! My dear friend! Hello!
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the countess doesn't give a shit ; l.heeseung x f!reader // y.jungwon x f!reader
a/n the long awaited part two that i promised like months ago…it’s finally here !! going to disappear again after this , but i gotta work on my other stories. ..
warnings: cursing, not proof read
part one
HEESEUNG SCOFFS, AND THEN HE BURSTS OUT LAUGHING “you don’t care? i find that out to believe y/n. were you not the one who was most openly and actively against sora? were you not the one constantly refusing all her invitations before? why the change of heart now?” unfortunately for heeseung you had stopped listening ten words ago, and you were now snacking on fruit gummies your overworked chef had made you.
“pardon me, your highness could you repeat that?” you ask, the gummy dissolving in your mouth. you hear rina stumble into faye in the background. heeseung narrows his eyes as you chew on another gummy.
“what exactly are you plotting now, y/n?” he seethes.
“what i’m going to eat for dinner?” you respond with full seriousness. heeseung gives you an incredulous look.
“MY LADY!”
“i know you’re plotting something. you’re going to this party to humiliate sora am i right? and right now you’re going to act all innocent and uninterested so i will start to—”
“wow you’re a really big overthinker, anyone ever told you that?” you ask, “you’re really mistake your highness. i’m not plotting anything and don’t care about you and sora. you guys can go make out and get married for all i care,”
“i can’t deal with you any longer,” heeseung mutters, “if i hear one word about you acting up at the tea party i will not be afraid to punish you,”
“m’kay,” you answer, turning around, “rina, faye lets finished getting ready,”
“right away m’lady!” faye exclaims, as heeseung makes his way out of your room. you can’t help the anger that boils through you before you take one last glance.
“countess! i’m so glad that you are here,” sora says, bowing. you give her a polite smile and nod.
“thank you for your invite saintess,”
“of course!” she exclaims happily, “i hope the tea and snacks are all to your liking, i planned everything carefully when i caught notice your attendance. i was scared what i originally planned would not be to your delicate taste. please enjoy the party,”
“yes of course,” you answer, smiling and eye twitching. you didn’t have any energy to deal with her passive, fake niceness.
as soon as she turns around your face goes blank with boredom. you quite literally STILL did not know all the nefarious, devious acts the original countess had committed, but by the way everyone avoided you it was pretty obvious that what you did was. . .well nefarious and devious?
“god, i wish i could just impale myself and go back home already. . .” you mutter underneath your breath.
“i’ll impale you right now then, don’t worry,” an ominous voice hisses.
“what the f-”
“you thought you got rid of me?!”
“who are you?,” you ask, before you pause and sigh, “oh, crazy writer bitch,”
“what did you just call me!? i’ll eliminate you! eliminate!” she screeches.
“yeah okay do that,” you answer, rolling your eyes.
“while you had fun dilly dallying around ruining MY story” she starts, “hey where the fuck are you going?!”
“to get food,” you answer, walking away from the author and towards the table of pastries.
“get back here!” the author huffs angrily, hurriedly following after you.
“will you leave already? i’ll call the guards,”
“you think you can boss me around!? this is my story”
“GUARDS!” you scream, “oh no! i’m uhm. . .being harassed! nooooooooo boohoo,” you watch as the knights from the door run towards you, quickly grabbing the author.
“YOU BITCH! YOU CAN’T TAKE ME AWAY AGAIN! UNHAND ME YOU UNIMPORTANT SIDE NPC CHARACTERS!” you can only watch in amusement as the author screams. your amusement is VERY much cut short however when she for some reason has a burst of ungodly strength and tackles you.
“HOLY—”
“ruin the story i dare you! just you wait, there will be consequences!” she hisses, a flash of craziness in her eyes “the story has to be completed or else—”
“get her off the countess!” a guard calls, and with that the author’s easily hauled off you, as you stare at her in confusion.
“wait! wait! finish your—” but it’s too late, as the guards drag her away from the party and guards surround you, asking you questions. you don’t listen to anything they say, as you furrow your brows, trying to decipher the author’s message.
after the rabid authors attack, you had excused yourself from the party and headed to the courtyard to collect your thoughts. you thought the author was just crazy and obsessive about the story being completed the way she wrote it, but with her outburst you could tell there was something deeper.
“but what. . .?” you mutter. you sigh, burying your face into your arms. even though in this life you were rich and had privileges you used to wish for, it didn’t take away from the fact that you missed your family, your friends, and heck even your math teacher. it was lonely in this world, especially with the vendetta everyone had against you because of sora and heeseung. heeseung. the name ignites a rage that you had been supressing and you can’t help but rip up a patch of grass and yeet it.
“that stupid prince! who the hell does he think he is? bursting into my room accusing me of so much shit even though its been months since i’ve done anything! i hope he falls off his fucking stupid ass horse and onto his—” your tirade’s cut off by a laugh and you whip your head around at an ungodly speed. “who’s there?”
“no, no, keep going! this is really funny to listen to,” the voice answers, “I don’t think i’ve ever heard anyone who hated his royal highness, handsome and kind prince heeseung,”
“kind?” you scoff, “he can’t seem to leave me alone,”
“you are countess y/n, no?”
“that’s me, who are you?”
“let’s not worry about that,” the person answers.
“what are you, a wanted criminal?”
“. . .”
“you are!?” you ask excited.
“what??? no! of course not i was just joking!” the voice hastily answers before muttering, “why would you even be excited about that. . .” theres comfortable silence between the two of you as you rebury yourself in your arms. “the prince treats you badly?”
“yes!” you start, “no, well i don’t— yeah. i guess so. i get it, i did stuff back then to sora his little babe or whatever but the past five months, i’ve been leaving him alone! i know that still won’t make up for everything, but he can’t even just. . .treat me atleast slightly politely? it’s frustrating, i have no one to talk to except for my maids and chef mingyu, and i just want to go home,”
“where is home?” the voice asks.
“. . .i don’t know,” you answer truthfully. home was your room back in your own house, with your dad bothering you to practice piano, your mom hovering around your room while you study, and your brother randomly appearing every two hours to remind you of his existence. home was with your friends in school, giggling obnoxiously, changing routes to chase guys, and meeting up at set times in the bathrooms. home certainly wasn’t countess yue’s parents, and it definitely was not this castle.
“well people build their own homes all the time,” the voice says, “if they can you can to,”. you laugh.
“are you some wise old man?”
“uh- excuse me!? i’m 19!” you laugh again.
“no, really, who are you?” the voice hesitates.
“. . . yang jungwon,”
“thanks jungwon,” you hum, “when can i see you again?”
“i’d get my ass beat, i’m not supposed to be here” he answers, “i’m a mage at the research tower,”
“i didn’t ask that,” you reply teasingly.
“well. . .i guess i could shoot you a message orb. . .” he grumbles. you giggle, truly happy for the first time in awhile.
“i’ll be waiting,"
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#k-films#heeseung x reader#✰✰✰ zhounauts#jungwon x reader#enhypen x reader#heeseung#enhypen royalty au#prince!heeseung#prince!au#enhypen imagines#heeseung scenarios#heeseung imagines#enha x reader#enhypen#enha fluff#jungwon#sunghoon#engene#enha#enha fanfic#heeseung fic#enhypen fic#enhypen heeseung#lee heeseung#enha x y/n#enha x you#heeseung oneshots#jungwon x you
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part 0.8. HOME
NOW PLAYING . . . right side of my neck by faye webster
as that last ball dropped on the court, there was absolute silence. it wasn’t clear whether that was because everyone was still processing what had happened or if it was because one side was shocked at how horribly this game had gone. or, more specifically, one boy was in shock at how horribly he had played.
then she was approaching him and his heart dropped amongst the squeaks of shoes against the floor, his teammates getting ready to clean up while the other team congratulated each other.
he had been nervous all day, nothing had gone as he planned. he wasn’t able to pull her aside to talk to her all day which had left him walking in the dark. he had no idea when he was going to be able to talk to her today but he knew he didn’t want to run away.
but he had been so nervous his hands were clammy and shaking, his legs didn’t move like he wanted them to, and his mind was preoccupied by other things than volleyball.
“tooru, can we talk?” she was in front of him, and he felt dizzy for a moment. but this was the present, and this was the only chance he had.
“please,” he said, sounding more urgent than he meant to, but he had been dying to talk to her all day.
her brows furrowed with concern before she began walking towards the doors of the gymnasium and he followed behind her quietly.
he looked around the gymnasium. kuroo had his arms crossed and was giving him a stupid grin from the other side of the net. matsukawa and hanamaki had smug smiles on their faces as well, and iwaizumi only nodded.
he sighed quietly to himself, sometimes his closest friends were the biggest teases in the world and no help at all.
they walked outside to the parking lot behind the building, the sky was turning a dark blue and purple as the sun was setting. he was so distracted by it he didn’t see her stop and turn around to face him.
she grabbed his hands to get his attention, and his heart twisted as she looked up at him. “hey, you’ve been acting off all day, are you okay? is something bothering you?”
he didn’t know how to respond, so many words and feelings were bubbling up in his chest and getting stuck in his throat. “yes,” he started, placing his hands on her shoulders, “you.”
her lips parted a little in surprise, “me? i’m bothering–”
“yes!” he exclaimed, somehow they had ended up moving farther back and she was up against the side of the car, “you…i’ve been trying to grab your attention all day. and i’ve been so nervous because i have something to tell you but you were so busy so i’ve been waiting and i just kept getting more nervous so that’s why i messed up this game so bad.” he looked away for a second, mumbling under his breath, “you’re lucky i love you.”
y/n blinked, he was building up to whatever he was going to say and it was making her more nervous, but this had been her fault. she had kept telling him to wait whenever he said he wanted to talk. “i love you too, tooru. what did you need to tell me?”
his face warmed as he looked back at her. she thought he was saying it as a friend. she was really going to make him say it. he groaned, leaning closer to place his forehead on her shoulder, “no, not like that. and iwa-chan calls me the idiot, god…” he pulled back to look her in the eyes. “i love you, yn. when bokuto was talking about how i liked someone he was talking about you. i like you.”
“oh.” she turned red, feeling like her entire body was paralyzed as she looked at him.
he kept going, taking his hands off her shoulders to run them through his hair, “and it’s okay if you don’t like me back, iwa-chan and kuroo said you might but i’m still so scared maybe you don’t.”
the silence that filled the space after that almost made him pass out, his heart was beating so erratically he couldn’t calm himself down.
then she spoke, “no i…i like you too, tooru. i’ve just been so scared these past few years–”
then there were lips against hers and her legs almost gave out. he pulled back just an inch, and her eyes were lost in his. “shut up,” he murmured, lips still close enough that they brushed against hers as he talked. “don’t believe anything i said when i was younger, unless it was a compliment about you. i was stupid back then.”
he kissed her again and she sighed against his lips without even meaning to. all the stress and heartbreak that had welled up in her finally leaving. her hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer.
when they broke apart, he had a hand on her face, his thumb rubbing small circles into her cheek. “when you got distant however many years ago, i realized how much i needed you with me. and i’ve just continued to be stupid until now because i hate being apart from you. i want to be with you,” he spoke, his breathing a little labored.
she kept her hands on the sides of his head, keeping him close, “i want to be with you too, tooru. i’ve wanted to for so long, and i promise i’ll never get distant again.”
“good,” he pulled her in tightly for a hug, resting his head on her shoulder, “i’m going to keep you to that promise.”
“i wouldn’t dare break it,” she replied, returning the hug.
they stayed entwined in each others arms for a little while longer before she saw something out of the corner of her eye.
she saw a few heads peeking from around the corner and sighed, drawing lazy circles across tooru’s back before she pulled away from the hug.
“makki and mattsun, you can come out. and who is that? kunimi?” she called out.
the three boys stepped out guiltily. “we weren’t spying, promise,” hanamaki began.
“iwaizumi sent us out here to check on you guys,” kunimi continued, looking unbothered by the arm tooru had wrapped around their manager.
“can we go home now, mother? i’m tired,” matsukawa complained, kicking his feet at the dirt.
y/n broke out into a small smile, looking at the bunch, “of course, loves. let’s go home. sorry we took so long.”
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extras <3
as soon as y/n took oikawa outside kuroo was yelling for everyone to get ready and iwa was herding everyone up the stairs to watch them from the windows above the court
kuroo and iwa bro hugged after tooru kissed y/n, happy their work finally paid off
extra a/n things b/c it's the end <3
this is based off an experience of my own LMAO except mine didn't have a happy ending but my "friend" in question was frustrating and confusing me so much i projected onto oikawa
BIGGEST PET PEEVE IS USING NAMES IDK WHY UGH using yn bro felt like i was in a wattpad fanfiction i felt so bad but hopefully the written part was okay
ik i could've dragged this out longer but the ideas just kinda came to me and i'm ready to start a new smau everyone give it up for me pls this is the first work i've ever actually completed and not abandoned
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"~The most radiant angel in all of Heaven~"(pt2)
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(Flashback)
As Lucifer and Lilith were about to be banished Sera said
"Does anybody object? speak now or hold piece"
Lucifer slightly turned to you he now what he did was wrong but he still had slight hope you'll say something at least a farewell.
When Sera noticed nobody raised there hand she was given the green light to banish Lucifer.
Then out of the corner of his eye he saw you seemingly lightheaded that beautiful smile fading until you passed out!? How? why? it was to late to say anything..
(End of flashback)
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"Seeing her beautiful smile, her kindness towards others everything , bout her is something i miss nothing can change what i did can it? would i ever be able to get her back? most importantly has she moved on?"
Anyway Lucifer was not only scared for charlie going into heaven and being rejected like he was all those millions of years ago but he was also scared of charlie accidentally meeting you.....
Reluctantly he agreed and he teleported back to his palace.
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Today is the day ,the day Charlie and vaggie go have a meeting with heaven in heaven.
After St.Peter and Emily sang welcome to heaven, Charlie and Vaggie where shown to there room to freshen up.Then Emily invited them to the zoo with two of her friends and Charlie agreed but Vaggie decided to stay behind.
"Hey Charlie!" "Hi" "wheres Vaggie?" "Well she said she wanted to stay back"
"Oh.. Well that's fine! Come on let me introduce you to my friends Faith and Hope there twins" Says Emily so excited to show Charlie around
"Okay were here ........ were could they be.. Oh there they are!.. Faith ,Hope i want to introduce you guys to Charlie!"
"Hi I'm Faith but you can call me Faye" says Faith
"And that's Hope You can just call him Hope! Hes a little shy" Says Faith after seeing Hope get extremely nervous.
"Well lets get going i wanna show you every single animal!"
As the three girls went in front of him hope took it as a chance to text you and when you didn't answer he excused himself to the bathroom called you.
"Mom" "Yes dear?" "Um i got a quick question...BUT promise not to get scared angry or anything bad okay?" "Okay? if you got hurt just come over here and were's Faye?" "Um well Faye is with Emily and um-.......the princess of hell"
There was a long pause until...
"The what? hunny i can't hear you, You'll have to speak louder"
"The princess of hell"
"Who?"
"Well her name is Charlie Morningstar and i got a question about her"
"Um- well I- I don't know her but um what is the question you have dear?"
"So to put it straight she looks like me?" "How so dear?" "you know by the little red circles on my cheeks? so um just wanted to know about dad since i never knew much about him is he alive? are me and faye related to charlie?"
".........I- I don't know.........But your little head shouldn't worry bout it don't mention that at Lunch okay? I'll give you more answers soon okay?"
"okay mom...Bye"
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Hello again! finally finished after high demand lol. Hope ya'll like it.part 3 will hopefully be out later this week.
Tag-list: @yourmommylol04 (won't let me tag you) @lxkeee @vann13 (can't find acc) @adaizel
(to be added just comment)
#my post#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#lucifer morningstar x reader#hazbin hotel lucifer#lucifer morningstar#x reader
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Wasted 1
Warnings: drug dealing/use, violence, noncon, and the usual. Proceed with caution.
Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far.♥♥♥♥
Part of The Club AU
The lights smear in your vision, music pulsing through your body, senses both dulled and magnified by the alcohol. You sway and rock to the rhythm, like a puppet dancing on unseen strings. You let the night guide you, shrugging off the stress as you let drunken ambivalence take over.
You drain the last of your vodka and tap the plastic cup. You signal to Faye and Heidi that you need a refill, offering to get them one in another gesture. Heida shakes her head, showing her unfinished cooler and Faye gives an eager nod. You wink and whirl away, weaving between the bodies that crowd you.
You leave your empty cup on a random table and hope down the single step from the dance floor. You cross over to the glowing bar and sidle up between two other patrons as you wave to the bartender. It’s busy and the voices of those clustered around the counter nearly overwhelm the bassy music.
You're a bit unsteady, a bit buzzed. You feel good and you want to hold onto that. Forget the world, burn it all.
As you try to get the attention of the burly blonde mixing drinks behind the bar, you’re caught in the crush of the impatient club goers. A man bulls in next to you, keeping his back to you as he forces you close to the stool on your other side. What a dick. Totally oblivious.
You stare at the wide shoulders that stretch the dark fabric of a bomber jacket beneath his short ponytail. Typical.
“Hey, what can I get you?” The bartender taps your arm, still floating above you, forgotten.
“Oh, uh, vodka cran and er… gin and soda,” you holler above the raucous noise.
The man goes to work and you fish around in your wallet for a bill. You should really not be spending all your money like this. You look up and watch him pour the drinks, blond strands coming loose from his low bun. His button-up is undone to the middle of his chest. He must get killer tips. Hmm, bartending might be a good idea for a new gig.
The man beside you shifts on his heel, further smothering you. You keep your arm firm until your elbow jabs in his back. You wish he’d get the fucking hint. Did he just come over here to have a fucking conversation? Go somewhere else.
You pay for the drinks and leave a tip. The blond man grins at you. He’s pretty damn cute but a bit too busy for your liking. You grab the cups and slowly raise them over the lip of the bar. The man to your right turns and his arm hits yours, the vodka exploding across your front. You look down at your shimmery dress and gasp, a spritz of cold liquid up your neck.
“What the hell, dude? Why don’t you watch where you’re fucking going?” You shout and drop the empty cup on the bar, “FUCK!”
The guy looks at you and scowls. He wipes a spray of alcohol from his sleeve as if you did it on purpose. What the hell is his problem?
“You owe me a drink, jackass," you sneer at the stranger.
His dark hair is drawn back from his face, a scruff of stubble along his chiseled jaw, and bright blue eyes. He's not half-bad on the eyes, if not a total asshole.
“Whatever,” he waves you off as he steps away from the bar.
What? He didn’t even fucking order anything and now you’re covered in wasted vodka! You shake your head and turn back to the bar, once more waving for attention.
“Napkins?” You call out.
It takes a few tries before the bartender gets back to you. He approaches and reaches under the bar, handing over a stack of napkins.
“Everything okay?” He calls over as he works on uncapping a bottle.
“Some guy ran into me,” you roll your eyes.
“Shit, let me make you a new one. No charge.”
“No, it’s fine–”
“No big deal, busy night,” he insists before spinning to grab some smirnoff and some juice.
With your new drink in hand, you carefully back away. You look around before you turn, overly aware of every move and the chaos all around. Maybe you shouldn’t have another drink. Shit is getting real wild.
You make your way back up to the dance floor, balancing your drinks with a considerable effort. Your focus breaks only as you approach Faye and Heidi, handing over the gin before greedily sipping your vodka. Fuck your job and fuck that dude at the bar.
You knock back almost half the drink in a single gulp and fall back into the beat thrumming from the speakers. You spin with your cup held high, sipping as you bop and swing your hips. Your boss ruined your day but no one is going to ruin your night.
#bucky barnes#dark bucky barnes#wasted#au#drabble#dark!bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#series#mcu#marvel#avengers#winter soldier
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Hey moss! I thought I'd come check in on you after uh... All that yesterday, how are you?
-@good-wizard
*moss is acting strange since mf died, faye was tortured, moss was almost killed twice, and aileax were tortured and forced to kill MF, She's clingy, anxious, she checks in on everyone every five minutes (not an exaggeration) she keeps a forced smile most of the time, she never talks about her needs or feelings and goes out of her way to keep everyone happy, she flinches every time a loud sudden noise happens, she checks the news etc constantly. In any free time she has after doing literally everything for everyone, she either is on her computer, training or studying, she doesn't sleep, barely eats, and she doesn't open up, she doesn't speak unless spoken to, she bows her head most of the time, she doesn't seem fully there, she doesn't do any self-care, she stopped stimming and vocal stimming, she picks her scabs and touches her scars alot, she flinched when anyone raises their hands, she's just.... gone... closed off, guarded*
Oh im fiiiine! You?
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hi sweetie, it's the same anon again! i hope im not bothering you coming again in your inbox.
anyway! what you did write was so so so good, for real, you did a amazing, even heavenly work with it. and i even cried a bit while reading it (a thing i normally wouldn't do) because, u know, dad issues sometimes slap hard.
oh! and also (if it's not a problem for u, of course) i would like to ask for whatever is easier to u for kratos with a reader that is motherly to atreus but their relationship is platonic (just like the other ask i did because i just live for platonic relationships with kratos. it's just so cute!!)
(maybe i'll start to be a recurrent anon in here so, if you accept emoji anons, could i be the 🌙 anon, pretty please?? :) )
kratos, atreus x motherly reader (platonic)
note: hey there 🌙 anon ;) ofc! your wish is my command. after this request, i'm convinced we are soulmates, i think we both lack some parent attention :(( if you ever want to talk, don't forget i'm always here!
warnings: none
there was one pretty known rule, if atreus respected someone, so did kratos
he trusted his son's judgment, although it did often lead to trouble
you kind of just appeared randomly and instantly joined their little group, fitting in the dynamic perfectly
kratos was first sceptical of you, a total stranger hanging around him and his boy?
but after seeing how his son warmed up to you, he gave you a chance
atreus was practically in love with you the moment he met you, the way you made the boy feel special still suprised him
constantly checking up on him if he's feeling alright
you always worry during fights if he's ok and still breathing, while getting you ass kicked by some draugr
you prepare him and kratos special meals that involve their favourite food, but don't lack vitamins or protein
you convince atreus it's the "god's meals" that makes him bigger and stronger, and the poor boy believes it
you run after him when he leaves the house without at least two layers, worrying he'll get sick (especially during fimbullwinter)
despite atreus hearing your compliments every day, he still blushes crazy and mutters a cute "thanks"
he always comes to you when kratos can't seem to listen to him, seeking advice from you
"but he doesn't understand me at all, it's like he only cares about himself!"
"atreus, honey, he's just stressed. you broke your arm by trying to tame a bear the other day"
there were some situations where he even slipped out a quick "mom" while thanking you or apologizing
you were suprised however you didn't tease him about it
atreus saw you as a mother, and incredibly appreciated you, especially since the loss of his own mother ;((
the boy grew very fond of you and couldn't imagine a life without your affection and words <3
and so did his father...
although it was a little bit different...
kratos saw the way you treat him and his son, and he definitely appreciated it
he saw the way you fussed over him when he got a nasty hit, using your first aid knowledge, to help him ease the pain
the way you helped him make atreus' arrows, and told him to rest while you keep watch during journeys
the way you took care of their clothes, washing them at least once in a while to keep them clean
the way you cleaned the house while they were gone, so they could both return to a clean and warm home
the way you calmed him down and tried to explain that shouting at atreus won't help anyone
the way you gave him small tips on how to deal with his boy
the way you brought him a glass of water and talked whenever he had a nightmare
you do everything you can to give them a good and easy life, and honestly he appreciated every little small thing
"y/n, thank you" he once whispered, sitting next to you at the campfire
atreus was already sleeping lightly, laying his head on your lap while you were gently caressing
you turned around slightly and sent him a big smile "no problem kratos, i'll do anything to protect you guys both"
and in that moment, he swore he saw faye.
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Why Elves Should Not Drink Coffee
(Not gonna explain myself. This was just an idea that popped into my head. I hope you enjoy it. )
Warnings: Coffee Madness.
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*You and Elrond spending some time together*
Elrond: (Name), what are you drinking? I do not think I have seen that kind of drink before.
You: Oh, It’s just coffee. It helps keep me awake in the morning.
Elrond: It helps you keep awake. That sounds like something that could help many improve workflow and avoid falling asleep during important times.
You: Yeah… hold back on that statement.
Elrond: ???
You: You see… it was me and my friend who first introduced coffee, and it proved to be more trouble than good because of its potent effect on elves.
Elrond: What do you mean?
You: Coffee is pretty harmless to humans since it only causes anxiety, tiredness, addiction, and something in between. To elves… it causes them to be extremely hyperactive.
You: During the first three days, there were already four incidents.
1 Incident
You: *Groans* I hate Mondays!
Camilla: Oh, stop whining.
Faye: Hey, you two. What are you drinking?
You: Coffee because I hate my life. Wants some?
Faye: Sure.
Faye: *Drinks a whole cup*
Faye: *Smacks her lips* An interesting taste. Well, I need to get back to work. I see you two later.
You: *Watches her leave* Camilla, coffee is safe for elves, right?
Camilla: Should be. Why?
You: I don’t know. I just feel like we made a grave mistake.
You: *Shrugging your shoulders* Oh, whatever.
*Later that day*
*You and Camilla arrive at the healer’s wing*
You: And then he was like: I’m not a little boy. I’m an alpha male, and I will — Oh my god! What happened here?!
*You two witness the main infirmary in a mess. Sheets on the floors. Patients aggressively tied with bandages, and everyone staring at Faye with pure terror*
You: Faye…Everything alright buddy?
Faye: *Visibly shaking like she was on overdrive, smiling and speaking fast* I’m fine! I never felt better! I’m quite active today! We should get to work! There are patients and medicines to be sorted. Oh, what a wonderful day! Sun emoji, smiling face, and a rose.
Faye: *Walks off*
You: Did she just mention a sun emoji?
Camilla: I think that’s our cue not to give her coffee in the future.
2 Incident
Maglor: I heard about the incident in the healer’s wing. I hope your friend is okay.
You: Yeah, Faye is alright. It was a pain in the ass to wait for her to tire herself, but we managed to get her down and rest.
You: To think coffee had such a strong effect on her.
Maglor: Well, accidents happen.
You: *Remember something* Wait! I remember serving you once coffee. Did you end up giving your brother some by chance?
Maglor: You did, but I did not feel any different. I gave some coffee to Maedhros since he seemed to have trouble focusing on his work, but now that you mention it. I haven’t seen him in a while.
You: How long has this ‘while’ been?
Maglor: Around… three weeks?
*You two stare at each other in silence*
You & Maglor: Oh Shit!
*You two quickly arrive at the study where Maglor last saw Maedhros*
Maglor: *Opening the door* Maedhros! We’re coming in!
*You two find him in a messed up study. Thousands of papers were stacked, and the red-haired elf was still sitting on the table, his hair messed up and dark circles under his eyes, and his left hand black with ink.*
Maedhros: *Falling front and back on the chair* What do you two want? Can’t you see I’m busy?
You: Doing what? You’re just scribbling on the desk at this point.
Maglor: Brother?! Have you not moved an inch since the last I saw you?!
Maedhros: What are you talking about?
Maglor: It’s been three weeks!
Maedhros: *stops in thought* Three weeks?
Maedhros: It doesn’t matter. I have work to do.
Maglor: *Grabs the back of his chair and pulls him away from the desk* Oh no, you don’t! You’re going to sleep!
Maedhros: *Starting hissing at him*
You: I need to tell Camilla to avoid sharing her coffee recipe.
3 Incident
*After getting Maedhros to rest*
You: Okay. That was awful. I can’t believe this brown juice could make your brother last that long without sleep and food.
Maglor: It seems coffee is more potent toward us than we imagined.
Curufin: *Appears out of nowhere* What is more potent toward us?
You: My friend’s coffee recipe. It’s only supposed to serve as a morning drink, but turns out, you elves turn ten times more active if you drink this.
Curufin: *Stares at the cup of coffee, thinking* Hmm…?
Curufin: *Grabs it and takes a drink*
You & Maglor: No!
Curufin: *Stares at you two confused*
Maglor: Brother— how are you feeling?
Curufin: I— feel fine?
You: You sure? No sudden urges to do something or test your limits to unimaginable expectations?
Curufin: I think you both are overreacting. I do say that this is a fine-tasting drink. My compliments to your friend.
Curufin: *Leaves*
You: Someone who compliments Camilla’s coffee must have a soul just as dark as hers or none at all. By the way, did you notice any changes in him?
Maglor: I— can’t actually say. Let’s keep an eye on him, just in case. Who knows what might happen if he turns out like Faye or Maedhros?
You: I’m already scared just thinking about it.
*Later*
Curufin: *Standing on the table, messed up hair, and yelling invention plans* Don’t you see?! This is our chance to defeat Morgoth! We just build this here and there! Then we just—!
Celegorm: *Visibly scared* Holy shit! Calm down! What has gotten into you?!
*You, Maglor, and all the nearby elves hiding in the vicinity*
You: Oh my god! Can your brother be more insufferable than this?!
Maglor: This feels like typical Curufin, but ten times more confident his plan will work in the end and if he was ten times angrier than Caranthir.
You: Well, no shit. He’s literally yelling at us like a German soldier in the Second World War and even Celegorm out of all people is scared!
Curufin: TOD ALLEN ORKS!!!
Celegorm: *Crying at this point* What are you even saying?!
Present day
You: After that incident, Curufin was banned from even getting near coffee, and what’s even more ironic was that when he finally cleared his head from the caffeine rush. He blamed me and Maglor for embarrassing himself even if it was he who drank the coffee and ignored our warnings.
You: After that, Camilla and I made sure that coffee was banned for the greater good.
Elrond: Sounds reasonable. But those were only three incidents. You told me there were four.
You: Oh yeah! Actually, that happened way after. I’m not sure if you remember, but you and your brother had a part in this one.
4 Incident
*You, Maglor, and the twins having breakfast*
Elrond: *Points at the pot of coffee* Ada, can I have a taste of that?
Maglor: *Slightly sleep-deprived and not fully comprehending the question* sure.
Maglor: *About to pour him a cup of coffee*
You: *You slap his hand away in panic* Don’t give him that! You know what coffee does to you! They’re gonna be jumping off the walls!
Maglor: Calm down. I’m sure it doesn’t have that strong effect on children.
You: You sure about that? A sugar rush is something, but do you really want to know what a coffee-filled elven child can do?
*You two then see Elros having a taste and Elrond drinking from the pot*
You: Boys!
*The twins look at you without an expression.*
You: How… are you feeling?
*Later*
Elrond & Elros: *Laughing maniacally, running and jumping on the walls*
You & Maglor: *Chasing after them*
You: I bloody told you so!
Present day
Elrond: Oh dear! I do not wonder why I can’t remember much of that day.
You: Well, you and your brother were knocked out on the bed after a full day of running and hiding. Let's just say. Maedhros did not enjoy having to avoid jumping children on caffeine energy drinks.
Elrond: *Chuckles as you two arrive in the kitchen*
You: You know, now that I think about it. The coffee was made from my friend’s recipe at that time. She always liked to drink it strong, so maybe if I tone it down a bit. It could be less potent toward elves.
You: *Stops* Oh no!
Elrond: What’s wrong?
You & Elrond: * See your coffee pot empty*
You: Where did all of my coffee go?
*You both hear a crash in the distance and someone screaming*
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