Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want

Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want

Words: 1k

Pairing: Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Demigod!Reader (Godly parent not specified)

Synopsis: Clarisse was fine with not getting anything she wanted until she laid her eyes on you.

Warnings: Pining, whipped!Clarisse, This is mostly in Clarisse's POV, handling of dangerous weapons (a dagger and a spear). [Let me know if I missed any.]

A/N: I apologize if the storyline is messy. I wanted this to be longer, but my attention span was not cooperating with me today. I had to take a lot of breaks while writing this because I could not sit still for more than five minutes.

masterlist || previous work

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Clarisse remembers the first time she saw you.

You were in the forge, polishing some of the newly-made spears because you had nothing better to do. You were under the supervision of Luke since he was showing you around, but the boy had kept his distance, opting to just watch from the sidelines as you worked. Clarisse had walked into the forge, the chatter that was going on around you stopping. You discontinued what you were doing in order to look at her, wondering why your fellow campers were on-edge at her presence.

Your eyes met hers, taking her aback.

She hadn’t seen you before.

Once Clarisse realized that she was staring, she promptly cleared her throat, scowling. “What are you looking at, newbie?” She asked, crossing her arms. Her plans on scaring you, however, failed when you smiled sheepishly.

You had been equally mesmerized by her, something that she failed to notice. “Sorry, you’re just so—”

Clarisse held her breath, preparing herself for an accusation (that she’s mean and terrifying – both of which are true, but words that sting nonetheless). Though, it’s not like she’s going to think about it for the rest of –

“—Pretty.” You conclude your sentence.

Oh.

Clarisse’s brows furrowed. She thought she would hear something insulting, but instead she was met with a compliment? Her eyes searched yours once again, looking for a trace of malice. She didn’t find any, which made her confusion stir all the more. She scoffs, furious at herself for not being able to figure you out. “Whatever.” Clarisse walks away, turning her back on you so as to not show her weakness. She storms back to the Ares cabin, forgetting the reason why she went to the forge in the first place.

You frown as you look at the dagger in your hand, examining the initials engraved on the grip.

C.L.R.

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The next time Clarisse saw you was when you were watching her train, your eyes following her every move. Clarisse pretended to ignore you until she found herself unable to focus. She put down her spear, turned to you and asked, “Would you like me to teach you?” before she could even stop the words from tumbling out of her mouth.

You nodded eagerly, “Yes, please.”

You walked over and Clarisse pretty much had to use all her self-restraint to not just stand there and stare at you.

“…Alright, so you hold this and—”

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It had been ages since that day.

Even though you and Clarisse have gotten closer, there was still a part of her that longs for more. See, ninety-nine percent of the time, her wishes don’t come true. Or it does, for a little while, but then it gets ripped away from her grasp. She gets her hopes up and then it all comes crashing down – a cycle that never ends.

Clarisse has come to terms with the thought that she will never gets what she wants. She supposed that she was okay with that, but then you came along and everything changed. For every smile, every crinkle of your nose, every stupid joke that made you laugh, she finds herself wanting to wish that you would feel the same way she does.

“Clary?”

She snaps out of her reverie and looks at you, “Yes?” She felt embarrassed for not paying attention, smiling apologetically.

“I asked if you wanted to—”

“Yes.”

You sit up in her bed, laughing. “I haven’t even finished the sentence yet.” You grab her hand gingerly, locking your fingers together. “I was going to ask if you wanted to go with me—”

“Yes.”

“Clarisse,” You whine, “Let me continue first.” You pout, trying to let go of her hand, but Clarisse wouldn’t let you.

Clarisse shakes her head, holding on to your hand firmly while her other brushes a strand of hair away from your face. “I don’t care. I’ll go wherever you go.” She says genuinely. Being that close to you made Clarisse’s heart race, but she couldn’t bring it in herself to look away because then you’ll know that something was up.

You stare at her in disbelief, crossing your arms, “Really? You’ll go with me to show the new kid around camp?”

Her lips purse and you know you’ve got her. Clarisse lets out a sigh of resignation. “No.” She mumbles. As much as she’d love to spend more time with you, she and you have very opposing ideas on how to welcome new campers.

“Thought so.” You deadpan.

“Why are you the one doing it, anyway?”

“Because I’m still in trouble for staying past curfew two days ago, pretty girl.”

Clarisse froze at the nickname. If her heart wasn’t beating fast before, it surely was now. You chuckle, beginning to make your way out of the bed. “Hey, no, where are you going?” Clarisse grabs your hand, another laugh escaping you.

“To give that tour.” You roll your eyes, successfully prying your hands away from Clarisse’s grip. You ignore her sounds of protest as you make your way to the door.

Clarisse could feel her stomach drop, feeling the warmth slip away the further your distance becomes. The longer she stares at you with your back turned, the longer she thinks you would leave without saying goodbye. To her surprise (and not for the first time), you look back at her.

“I’ll see you later at the bonfire.” You lean against the doorframe, your eyes narrowing. “Don’t be late, alright?”

Clarisse rolls her eyes at the look you give her. She was only late one time and that was because she was debating with herself whether to give you flowers or not. She wanted to tell you the real reason why she was late, but decided it would be best to keep her mouth shut. “I won’t.” She says instead.

“Good.” You straighten your posture, putting one foot out the door while a hand rested on the doorframe, giving Clarisse a smile she knows you only reserved for her. Only when she smiles back do you actually take your leave.

Clarisse gets a sense of hope upon your departure.

Maybe it would be different this time.

She leans back against the bed frame, sending out the same prayer to every god she could think of.

Please, please, please let me get what I want.

I’m burning up at the thought of fucking someone so hard in the back seat of my car they scream and beg me not to stop. Not caring if anyone hears us while I pound my strap in to their pretty little hole and stretch it out while their wet mess spreads all over my pants as they claw at my back, panting and moaning in my ear while they tell me “it’s so good” over and over again, making me lose my mind for them and motivating me to fuck them even harder. I wanna hear them gasp and feel them grip on to my hair when I pull out after they cum on my cock and eat them out while they’re still riding out the first orgasm until I push them in to a second one. 

Would it be possible to request headcanons for arkhamverse selina, Ivy and Harley falling for Bruce Wayne’s sister :)

Arkhamverse Girls x Fem! Reader being Bruce Wayne’s sister

Harley Quinn x reader, Pamela Isley x Reader, and Selina Kyle x Reader - All Seperate

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Harley Quinn

Uh oh. Destruction time. I mean that can be said for any situation with Harley but especially now.

Expect lots of unexpected visits and party crashes from her, especially post! city. Sometimes she’ll just show up and be like hey ^•^!!!!

Since she’s, you know. A criminal. It’s kind of off putting how used to her you get after the first like, two break ins. You’ll stroll up to the manor and she kinda just pops out of no where. There’s always an extra plate made cause she’ll just walk in, say she loves you, eat your food, pet your animals, and leave. And you love her for it.

Every now and then there’s a routinely kidnapping. Cause you know. Crime. She doesn’t hurt you or anything, she just kinda hangs around, maybe gets you dinner. You know, the works.

She’ll definitely get on the other rogues when they target you. But it’s completely fine when she robs your place of work, with sparkly little eyes beaming when she sees you. She claims it was 100% a coincidence, but her goofy grin as giggles give her planning away.

There will times where people are like “S/O!!! Why are you spending time!!! With a well known criminal!!!” And your just like. “Criminal? No this is my baby. Her name is Harley. She’s never done anything wrong in her life.” And their like “S/O she’s covered in blood”. “So what?”

She’s also the equivalent of those small little mean dogs. You know the stereotypical little chihuahua. Little mean little bitch. She’s not a little bitch, she can be a bit mean to others though. She doesn’t mean it, she just doesn’t like it when people are being rude about you. You tell her she can’t shoot people cause they don’t like you. She begs to differ.

She’ll hang out with you before any of your public outings. Putting makeup on before a gala? She brought the perfect lipstick for you!Yes what are you saying, she bought it 100% legally she doesn’t know what your talking about.. stealing???? Noo she could never. Just shut up and put it on.

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Pamela Isley

Angry >:(

She absolutely HATES your brother. She hate hate HATES HIM. The amount of harm his stupid company does to the environment is going to make her bite someone. Not you she promises. She fully acknowledges you have no say in the company and don’t even have any relations to the company. Except for your brother. She’s amazed that someone as beautiful and sweet as you can be related to someone so horrid and disgusting.

She’ll send you roses with little notes attached to it. Of course they aren’t poison. The ones she sent your brother though, she can’t say the same.

Again, lots of unexpected visits. But not to your house specifically, to your bedroom alone. You’ll walk back in and she’ll be sitting herself in front of your vanity mirror fixing her hair, or fumbling through your bookshelf, or trying on clothes from your closet and drawers. She’s always hard to say no to. She’s so nice and sweet to you, and she’s so gorgeous. You have trouble telling her to get out.

She’ll take you out to a very public places. She likes to flaunt the fact you spend time with her, and not anyone else. Her jealousy kicks to 900% very easily, especially when it’s a man trying to make advances on you.

She has a habit of leaving small marks on you, even if you don’t notice. Your lips are tinted green from her toxins, small hidden hickeys placed on your neck, flowers she grew decorating your dress, or braiding your hair with roses decorating it. Or maybe you smell particularly floral today. Must just be a new perfume hm?

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Selina Kyle

Okay so, she’s the one that most likely knows your brother’s identity. So it’s a bit embarrassing when she realizes that the sister of the man she was trying to court was 10% hotter then he was.

She actually doesn’t break into your house uninvited. She sits outside your window and asks very politely to come in, kinda like a vampire. But instead of biting you to drink your blood she bites you cause she’s weird like that.

She also has a habit of trying to steal something from your manor. You’ll catch her in the middle of the night in the middle of your house, you just tell her to take what she wants and leave. But when she says she wants you, you just roll your eyes and go back to bed. But you said she could have anything she wanted :(

Please take her to galas and events as your date. She’ll act like it’s nothing but inside she’s crying she so happy. She loves to be with you in public especially. She doesn’t know why, she just does.

Except many very legally obtained gifts. Ignore the height in robberies of jewelry stores, but enjoy this gorgeous necklace she found for you. I mean bought. She means she bought it. She bought it with money it was a legal transaction.

If you give her gifts back she will act like it’s nothing, she could just steal this easily. But it honestly means the world to her.

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fem! Yandere friend x fem!reader headcanons [sleepover edition]

warnings: nsfw content, obsessive behavior, yandere themes, panty stealing and sniffing, non-consensual touching while the reader is asleep.

Yandere friend who urges you to share a bed because just how could she let her very best friend sleep on the cold floor? Don’t be silly You’re better off warm in bed snuggled up against her.

Yandere friend loves to spoon you and never sleeps any other way when you stay over.

Yandere friend who squeezes her thighs together because she’s overwhelmed by you your scent that fills her senses when she buries her her face between your neck and shoulders. Your soft hair that lightly tickles her. The way you squirm in your sleep and end up grinding your ass against her it’s as if you’re actually awake and inviting her to just have you.

Yandere friend who sees your shirt lifting up slightly when you move in your sleep revealing your soft skin she takes the chance to sneak her hands underneath your shirt and caress your bare stomach. Her quivering breath echoing in the room as her hand slowly inches up towards your chest lightly grazing your nipples.

Yandere friend who bites her lip to keep quiet when she hears you moan quietly in your sleep.

Yandere friend who would love more than anything to let her hand wander down past your shorts and panties and have you wake up with her fingers inside you. You would be too sleepy and horny to stop her you wouldn’t care that you’re friends or that “you shouldn’t do this” or how you “shouldn’t ruin your friendship”. You’d be too focused on the pleasure she would be giving you.

Yandere friend who opts for holding you close as you sleep instead of acting on her fantasies.

Yandere friend who eagerly waits for you to finish using the shower in the next morning urging you to get out because you’ve been “hogging the bathroom and she needs the shower”.

She throws you an eye roll as you’re walking out but as soon as she’s inside the bathroom and the doors shut behind her, her eyes frantically scan the bathroom until she finds the small lacy fabric she’s been looking for.

She snatches it and brings it up to her her nose her eyes rolling back as she lets out a muffled quite moans and suddenly her clothes are too tight, the air is too hot and she just needs you now-

Yandere friend who makes sure you’re no where around when she exists the bathroom with the lace jumbled up in her hand, she quickly makes her way to her room and hides it somewhere safe, where all her other valuables are.

Yandere friend who relentlessly begs you to stay one more night (as she always does in the mornings after you stay over) “ just one more! it’ll be fun!” but ultimately ends up alone in her apartment pouting when you leave but it’s okay there will always be a next time she just has to be a little patient.

After all, she has her latest..finding.. to keep her company until the next time.

sorry.

summary・after getting into an argument with natasha about her being distant from you, she decides to apologize to you in her own special way.

pairing・bsf!natasha romanoff x f!reader

content warnings・dubcon, pervy!nat, implied beefy!nat, somewhat innocent reader, somnophilia, fingering, breeding kink (if you squint really hard), unprotected p in v, infidelity, nat has dick.

wc・1.8k

note・credits to the gif creator | hellooo, it’s been a while but i was sick but that was last week! now i’m all better :D and i finally found time (and motivation) to finish this little thought i had about pervy!bsf!nat so hope y’all enjoy :). read the warnings before you start reading.

You noticed something had changed in her. There was something different about her after you had gotten into a relationship. It all was the same— you two still hung out, doing everything you did together like always. But there was a change.

You could feel it.

She never liked him but that’s because Natasha’s always been protective over you. You wanted to ask her but every time you tried to, it would always be the same answer.

“Just forget about it.”

Well, you couldn’t. Not when she began canceling the plans she made with you abruptly or sometimes just ghosting you without any explanation.

Natasha was your first everything— even your first kiss, although you never brought it up after it happened and she didn't either. You knew her longer than you knew anyone. You both even chose the same college so you could be together!

Today was a Friday, which meant you both would be having a movie night but Natasha was nowhere to be seen. She left your shared apartment about five hours ago.

You knew her job as a mechanic ran late sometimes, but never this late. Sitting in front of the TV you began wondering if she was with someone else. Natasha never had any serious relationships, only one-night stands with women from the campus or the ones she met at a bar.

But why would she hide it from you? You always told each other everything. The thought of her hiding things from you stabbed at your heart. Lost in your sorrow, you didn't even notice her coming home until she sat next to you.

“What’s wrong?” you jumped at the sound of her voice, looking at her owl-eyed. “When did you come home?” you asked, running your eyes over her face. She didn't look disheveled like she usually did after coming back from work. “Just now,” her voice was clipped like she wasn't interested in conversation with you.

“Are you tired? I’ll get you something to drink,” you got up from the couch and rushed to the kitchen. Coming back with a beer in hand, you gave it to her and stood there watching her open it and drink it, waiting for a thank you— anything that made her speak to you. “What?” Natasha asked, her forest green eyes locking onto your face, “Do you have somethin’ to say?”

“No,” you answered, avoiding eye contact with her. She sounded annoyed. “You look like you do,” she finished her beer and placed it on the coffee table. “I. . .” you pause, wondering if it was the right time to ask. You heard her scoff, “Spit it out.”

The same feeling welled up in your chest. But you quickly pushed it down before asking “Are you mad at me?” You didn't mean to sound whiny. Natasha always told you to speak confidently. “Why would I be mad at you?”

You looked up at her face to see her looking at you with a raised brow. “Because you never wanna hang out with me anymore,” you said, “You’re always canceling on me at the last minute, or you never show up Nat!”

“Bullshit,” she hissed and you flinched at the tone. “I’ve been busy, my life can’t always revolve around you.” Your eyes widened, where was this coming from? “No, I didn't mean it like that! It’s just you seem so distant.”

“And what about you?” Natasha stood up from the couch and looked down at you. “You’re also distant,” she pointed at you accusingly.

Everything escalated from there.

You couldn't remember everything that was said. This was the first time you both had an actual fight. You couldn't bear to hear the things she yelled at you. It ended up with you crying and storming out and Natasha walked after you yelling her apologies but you questioned her ‘regret’ after she made it clear that she wasn't interested in being friends with you anymore.

You didn't even bother washing your tear-stricken face before climbing into your bed, hugging the stuffed toy that she won for you. All you wanted was for her to explain why she was being so distant.

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Natasha could hear your sobs from her room.

The moment she saw the tears slip out of your eyes, she wished she could take everything she said back. She didn't mean anything she said. You just picked the wrong time to confront her. Today was already a bad day for her and she just exploded on you— which was wrong.

Once she couldn't hear your cries, Natasha got up from her bed and walked down to your room. Opening the door, she found you lying on the bed with your back facing away from her.

You were wearing one of her tank tops. Her clothes always looked better on you. Natasha walked over to you and guilt crept up her throat as she noticed the tear-soaked lion plushie you were holding.

Her hand fell on your shoulder. You were deep in sleep, not even moving an inch as she eased next to you. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, kissing your forehead. Your hair smelled like her shampoo and it drove her mad. You always looked better in her things, with her.

She couldn’t help but notice the cleavage peeking out from the tank top, her eyes trailing over the swell of plush skin that teased her. Her lips brushed against your neck, and you barely budged.

It was wrong, but she just couldn’t help it. She never could when it was you.

She gently lifted the sheet covering your body and tossed it to the side. Her hand gently cupped your breast, squeezing the fullness before moving her fingers to pinch your hardening nipple.

Her body moved on its own, one hand teasing your nipple while the other slipped under your shorts. All of the blood from her brain rushed down to her groin once she realized you weren't wearing anything underneath.

Her fingers found your clit, moving slowly not to wake you up. She watched every movement of yours, making sure to burn your soft whimpers into your mind while she lazily rubbed your swollen nub.

Your eyes fluttered open as she tugged your top up, “Nat?” Natasha quickly shushed you, she had already gone this far, and it’d be better if she just continued. She always wanted to do this to you.

“Nat!” your voice was urgent and she looked up at you to see you looking down at her with an alarmed look on your face, “W- what’re you doing?” She rubbed your clit at a faster pace, “Be quiet, baby. Let me show you how sorry I am.” Your breath hitched as she swallowed your nipple into her mouth.

“Na—t!”

Your fingers tangled in her hair as she very quickly worked you up to an orgasm. “Na- Natty, please,” you gasped, how was this even happening?

You let out a whimper as she eased her fingers inside you, “So fucking tight,” she growled against your chest, “And so fucking needy,” she looked up at you with a smile. “Come on baby, don’t be scared. You know you want this,” her honeyed voice had your eyes getting hazy as you felt the coil in your stomach getting tighter.

“Nat,” you groaned, her fingers hitting that little spot inside that had you arching your back for more. You weren’t sure if you wanted her to stop. “God, angel, you’re so fucking perfect,” she used her thumb to put pressure on your clit and that was enough for you to spiral down on her.

“That’s right, baby, cum on me. That’s my girl.” Her words only fueled your orgasm. Natasha used her other hand to slip her cock out, jerking herself off as she watched you cum. “Wanted to do this to you for so long. Did he make you cum like this, baby? You let him fuck this pussy?” Your eyes closed at her filthy words but you shook your head. Your relationship with him hadn't reached that point.

“That’s good,” she panted, “You were so good, angel. Made such cute noises for me while I touched you,” Her words went straight to your pussy, making you throb with need.

You looked down at her glistening length. “You liked it didn't you, baby? Wanted me to do that to you, hm?” You found yourself nodding at her words. “I was so mean to you wasn't I, baby?” she asked, moving her cock towards your hole.

“Wasn’t I?” she grabbed your chin and made you look at her. “Uh-huh,” you whispered, teary-eyed from her words and also the mind-blowing orgasm she gave you. She rubbed her tip against your leaking cunt, “That’s right, honey. Just like that, move your hips. I know you want this, needy girl,” she grabbed you and pulled you onto her lap.

Your hands gripping her large biceps, “Wanted this pussy for so fuckin’ long, baby.” Natasha groaned, her cock slipping into your cunt. You immediately became a blubbering mess against her, “S’too big. S’too much,” you whined at the pain.

She always heard it from women who she slept with, but she knew it would fit, it always did. “Shh, don’t cry,” she wiped your tears away.

“We’re not even halfway in,” Natasha chuckled. “You’re my strong girl, baby. Gonna handle it f’me, aren't you?” You gasped as she nudged against your cervix, “See? So fuckin’ full, god,” she groaned.

“You’re made for my cock.”

You sniffled, “So deep, Natty.”

Her hands cupped the flesh of your ass and began moving you up and down, “Just take it, baby. Making me feel so fuckin’ good, damn,” you circled your arms around her neck, crying into her skin as she pounded you. “That feels good, doesn't it? Just like how you always wanted, right love?”

Your cunt fluttered at the term, “Yes! Yes! Please don't stop,” you cried out. “You know how much I thought about you. . . ” she paused with a grunt, her hips snapped hard against you before she began fucking you faster— with more urgency.

“You’ve been driving me crazy for so long,” you moaned as she hit your spot again and again, making you see stars. “Need you, need you so bad,” you cried, dragging your fingernails up her back. “I know, sweetheart. You’re always needing me, aren't you?”

Her thrusts were getting sloppier, cock twitching inside you as she reached her orgasm with you. “Gonna cum in you, baby. Make you mine, officially.” You moaned at her words, “I need you in me,” you rocked your hips with her, another orgasm coming down on you like lightning.

Natasha grunted as she pumped her cum into you, hands gripping the flesh of your ass so hard that you could feel the bruises forming. Natasha pulled out and looked down to see her cum mixing with hers.

“You took me so good, just made for my cock, aren't you?” She turned you around and pushed you down the bed. “Yes, I- ah!” you grunted as she shoved your face against the pillow. “What’re you—”

“I’m not done saying sorry to you.”

© witchsgf ! 2023.

imagine the reader and Daina negotiating the reward she will receive for betraying her "friends" while deciding what to do with the last survivor of the group… incredibly entertaining

Daina: I cut off his fingers and I want a kiss on the lips.

Reader: You cut off his hand and I'll consider letting you go.

Daina: Let's up the ante to an arm and a leg in exchange for a kiss on the lips.

reader: two arms and a chase in the woods to give the poor idiot hope of living another day and I'll kiss you on the cheek.

Daina: on the lips.

reader: *sighs* just a little brush of lips.

Daina: deal!!!

Sigh- Three hours deep into conversation, and you still haven't reached a conclusion to the pressing situation.

The cabin was empty besides you, that woman, and the stench of death; rotting wood and your blades separating you and real madman of this equation. Since the moment she woke up, she's attempted to entice affection from you. You assumed she was trying to butter you up like previous victims, but the look in her eyes told you she was fighting for something greater than her life.

Love.

Her friend's whereabouts, their lives, even her own were just pawns in the bigger game. You tried to take her up on her last offer, but every murder attempt ended in no one getting hurt besides yourself on one occasion. While she drew death from every corner, it appeared that she was saved from its clutches like she was the reaper herself. You woke up to her tending to the spilt in your eyebrow from when an old powersaw fell on you while you chased her around. She even had the nerve to leave a glossy kiss on your bloody forehead and snap a picture like you were on a quirky date. Humiliating, but given you couldn't get rid of her it was best to give in and get something out of it.

"Buzzcut's right eye for a twenty second hug."

Daina leans on the table. "I'll mangle Sadie's leg for a kiss on the lips. She was going to sign up for soccer tryouts next week. Killer skills."

You progress her counter. "... Add the blonde one's teeth and I'll consider a kiss on the cheek."

She sticks out her tongue. "Lips or nothing, baby. Well, I'll probably throw you a bone or two, but at least one person will get away without my help."

You look out the window. The sun is rising. Every second is another step towards your victims' freedom. You exhale. "Fine. Ten seconds. Keep your hands to yourself, and eyes closed. "

"Add a little tongue action to sweeten the deal, and I'll bring you the head of your choosing plus give you the keys to the car.

"....Tell anyone, and I will find a way to kill you."

Daina giggles, a soft blush dusting her cheeks. "Save the flirting for when we're on our first date, honey."