the liberty annabeth has been given to be deeply unserious and true to her character in the new “pjo” books while being deprived of that aspect of her character elsewhere is so personal to me because what do you mean she wants to duet with percy on shallow, cheerfully bon voyages her boyfriend off a cliff, carries around a backpack of mystery mouskatools including herbal tea and snake treats just in case, instructs percy “don’t stop skipping, skippy” when he has the rainbow staff for absolutely no other reason aside from shits and giggles, breaks into his bedroom for no reason besides the fact that she simply likes the challenge, apparently regularly signs autographs and is fawned over up on olympus, and keeps suggesting cute and dumb shit to get magically scribed into percy’s diy college rec letter. and now she’s giggling with her architecture friends about glass and marshmallows and wants to throw a haunted house party in a scary goddess’s mansion (a goddess scary enough to make her boyfriend literally piss his boxers) because she’s too self-assured to believe they can’t evade the consequences and too excited to experience something she’s never gotten to throughout her childhood and adolescence. not to mention the callback to her love of animals, no matter how demonic, and how she misses playing fetch with cerberus…oh annabeth chase, the woman that you are. like yes let her be impulsive and unserious and excited and batshit and a troll because she’s just a girl trying to have fun in a miserable fucking world godammit!! rick riordan, they could never make me like you, but i’ll give you this one thing—the whimsy has been restored and its name is annabeth chase
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soul - grim reaper x reader
The sound of skin slapping skin echoes through the room as he whimpers, your name coming out as frantic whines as you rock your hips on him, a mix of sweat and cum staining your inner thighs as you continue at it.
"Come on." You tug on his hair as he buries his face into your chest, ears an impossible shade of red. "You're practically begging to cum right now. What do people say when they want something."
"p-please." He whines.
"Please what?" You ask him, throwing your head back as your grip on his hair tightens.
"p-please, master." He moans, dick twitching inside of you as he does.
"My, my." You smile wickedly. "You sure are desperate, hm? Well, just for you, I suppose."
You clench around him, sending him over the edge as he spills into you, biting your collar as he finishes, resting his head there as he catches his breath.
He moves to help you finish next, fingers flying to help you out frantically, repeating your name like a mantra, other hand flying to lace his fingers with yours, eyes growing wide as he feels you tighten around him, pressing his lips to your pulse as he sucks, sending you over the edge as you spasm around him, tears in your eyes.
"Master..." He mumbles into your skin. "my pretty soul."
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