(carries you around w her like you're her literal human trophy. comments freaky stuff on your story. posts you on her public account without a single care.)
fwb!manon who gets arrogant and smug whenever you show her off.
(when u post her she literally brags about it to her homies, and even gets 10x worse if she's mentioned on it. shes the WORST whenever you bring her w you and your friends are around.)
fwb!manon who acts like your personal guard.
(always quick to shoo away whoever hits on you. very much willing to beat up whoever talks bad about you. literally spoils you as much as she can.)
nsfw
fwb!manon who whispers freaky shit to you in the most unhinged places ever. you could be screaming your lungs out while on a roller coaster and she'd tell you js how much she needs you.
fwb!manon who openly prefers to give you pleasure than to receive, but wouldn't put up much of a fight if you insist to give her pleasure.
fwb!manon who rathers to have you sit on her face and suffocate her over getting down on you, because she says it's more convenient and feels better that way.
fwb!manon who always has you making noise, even if it risks you further into getting caught, but she doesn't care because she says she'd explode if you don't show her how good you feel.
fwb!manon who is definitely packed most of the time because she says it's better safe than sorry, as if she's considering her strap as a life necessity.
fwb!manon who would be the type to capture pictures of you and film videos of you during the deed so she could have something to jerk off to if the time comes that you're not around to help her.
context — the perfect daughter of aphrodite and the forbidden child of hades.
tags — gn!reader. greek godly parents. not proofread. idkidkidk
a/n: probably gonna write part 2 where they end up tgt
dividers from @strangergraphics
sophia was the miracle of aphrodite, blessed by the gods, beloved by every living thing—and no, i'm not even exaggerating. even creatures, they bow down to her, and monsters, gosh, they can't even look at her directly with how blissfully sacred she is.
every now and then, sophia shines brightly, she's a permanent stain that never goes, an unerasable memory stuck in your head, etched in the corner of your brain.
sophia was bathed in light, belonging to her permanance with purity and bliss. seen and embraced. she's deep within and beyond perfection, fully immersed in paradise.
as the forbidden child of hades, you'd think everyone would bow down to you too, but no. you were his tragic child before the oath had been made by the three gods, and you swear your father only promised to the oath because you were such a let down, and he was afraid to have any more mistakes such as you.
creatures and monsters don't bow down to you because you're pure, they bow down to you because of how sacredly cursed you were—they were the only ones who saw how much power you had in you, you'd have to be sickenly pathetic to only have creatures and monsters believe in you.
but the gods and demi-gods? they only saw your flaws and downsides, they only saw you as the cursed weakling forbidden child of hades.
you fade in and fade out—you come and you go, like a dream, or moreso a living nightmare. you get pushed and pulled between presence and absence, between clarity and uncertainty.
you were buried in the darkening shadows with no escape. suffocated, consumed, corrupted by the absent light. you were drowning in hopelessness, disoriented by the fact that you were exiled beyond paradise.
before you two were even born, you were already on different sides of the war. you will never be on the same page, you can't ever be together, forbidden by strict boundaries.
a/n: minors DNI. we finally posted woohoo!! the first part was inspired from HER by chase atlantic, the latter part was inspired from we'll never have sex by leith ross. so tune in while reading if you want to !
NSFW UNDER THE CUT
the sound of skin slapping and catching breaths echoed through the car, alongside the extremely loud unholy noises. you were currently on all fours on a leathered seat, cheek pressed on a car window, all of your incoherent noices moisting the glass. manon was roughly pounding her packing nine inches in you, she didn't care if it hurt, she didn't care if someone saw you two, she only wanted to make it worth her while.
everything hurt good to you, the way her nails dug unto your hips, the way her grip held you tightly, and especially the way she dragged her dick through your gummy walls without struggle.
manon couldn't stop, even for a second, she continued thrusting, rolling her hips, in short of breath. meanwhile, you continued to wail, muttering pleas, shoulders shuddering every now and then when her tip grazes your cervix. you both loved days like these, when it was just you two—manon especially loved that she could have you all to herself, even just for a day. and you loved when she could treat you like this without feeling the need to hold back.
"we could do whatever you want, you could fuck me in the back of your car" you provoked her often, and she wasn't one to back down.
you felt a familiar knot in your stomach, getting impossibly wetter that when manon pulled out, she was easily able to slide inside of you with how soaked you were. only able to reach for manon's hand that was gripping your hips, too drunk on her cock to speak, and she knew you too well.
"i've got you." slurring her words, manon increased her pace as if she wasn't already at the maximum speed earlier.
you were starting to be sensitive, noticing every single thing—the way she throbbed inside your also throbbing velvet walls, the way her thrusts were stuttering as she was close too, the way you were confused if she was just fucking you or making love to you.
in a swift, manon snapped one last thrust before helplessly untangling the knot in her stomach, instantly folding and crashing her front to your back whilst shooting webs of her thick release inside you, painting your former-velvet walls in an identical shade of white before pulling out. you whined complainingly before feeling the knot in your stomach untie too, coating her slick shaft with your release, making a mess on the seat below the both of you. thank whoever, manon's seats were leathered.
the two of you let the silence stirr in the air alongside the noise of catching your breath, manon lazily turned you around and straddled you on her lap, letting you rest against her—and the butterflies return to your stomach, was it casual to do this with your best friend while your boyfriend was gone?
it wasn't her lust that you captured, it wasn't your body she was after. it was her whole being she offered, as if you having a boyfriend never mattered. she kissed you just to kiss you, if you told her "don't touch me" she'd come over just to say you looked lovely.
she held you close to her until you came down from your high, she dressed you both and drove you back home with her hand on your thigh, not to touch, but to ground. in a sudden, the rain poured.
at the front of your porch she parked, she looked you in the eyes, and they spoke that she was afraid to part. just as she was about to get out of the car to open your door, someone already beat her to it. a tall figure, pale skin, an umbrella in his hand, a wide grin on his lips, ready to give you a kiss on the cheek. you were embraced in his arms, sheltered under his stupid umbrella and manon couldn't help but to look away, it shattered manon's heart to be reminded all she ever had was one day with HER, you—she sharply inhales in the cold air, before swearing to herself, "we'll never have sex. ever again."
a/n: there's another short angst fic in my drafts but instead it's sophia's and it's based on the quote from corpse bride. "i love you, victor, but you're not mine" so YEAH !!
• probably for the reason that she likes being cocooned
• it most likely happens when she's overwhelmed
• she def likes how your touch grounds her ifykwim.
• in a way that being held makes her feel tethered to reality
• she'd rather be taken care of
• but she can envelopingly be a big spoon if she's stable enough
• when she's in big spoon mode, she'll wrap you in her warmth and shower you with assurance
• she expects give and take
• so even if she's small spoon, she'll still hold you
• and even if she's big spoon, she still wants to be held
• me thinks if you cling to her, she feels like a big teddy bear
natalie scatorccio
• with nat, i believe that if you guys are with others, she has this more tough and fierce demeanor, so she def big spoons you for her "caretaker" and "responsible" streak
• she doesn't always initiate
• but if she feels like you really need it, she'll step into her big spoon mode for you
• you don't have to feel afraid to be fragile with her 'cause you know she'll always understand you
• and she knows how it feels, she's been through it before
• but if you guys are close close, nat also won't be afraid to show her vulnerability to you
• she wants someone to hold her through the weight of everything she's carried
• she appreciates how you still want a hold of her, after all she's been through
• she's the type that doesn't hesitate to hold you, but wishes someone could hold her the same
a/n: we're already into part 3, i might post part 4 later or tomorrow woohoo ! need more ideas on what to write🫠 interaction with this post is very much appreciated<3
𓂃⋆.˚ reminder(s): fiction ≠ reality. this is imaginary. you don't like, you don't read.
𓂃⋆.˚ a/n: undressed is a neglected child of mine.
YOU HAD A DREAM, YOU WANTED BETTER
"do you think i'll be able to become an actress?"
sophia mumbles in the middle of catching her breath, continuing on panting softly after speaking. she spoke quietly, but it was loud enough for a person who always listens to hear it. the filipina had just gotten back from her theatre practice, and as the leading woman, she had too many parts. meanwhile, y/n had just gotten back from her band practice, as the guitarist and vocalist, she didn't have to use energy as much as sophia had to.
y/n only hums in response, not wanting to use her now hoarse voice from practice, afraid that her voice might crack from gow overused it was. y/n was fully focused on wiping the sweat off of sophia's face, drowning the filipina in her attention. but that was until her focus was stolen by the sudden squeeze of sophia's grip on y/n's waist, the latter subconsciously let a soft sigh slip from her lips at the familiar touch she oftenly succumbed to.
y/n settled on the filipina's lap, tucking the stray strands of sophia's hair behind her ear, before meeting eyes with sophia. it may have took too long for them to break the comforting silence that was sitting along with them, but sophia was the first to break it, clearing her throat awkwardly. y/n chuckles at the filipina, noticing how sophia immediately got shy from the interaction.
"of course you will," y/n pauses, before cracking the long awaited smile she's been preventing to show.
"ikaw pa ba?" the latter continues, her accent helplessly sounding so foreign to sophia, yet she still had an idiotic smile on her face— and the silence stirrs in the room again, before sophia bursts out laughing at y/n's remark.
y/n remembers that she learned it from sophia, and how the filipina always reassured using that phrase her whenever she was nervous. she asked several times what it meant, only for the filipina to dismiss her every single time. except for that one time when she cried to the filipina, worrying that she wouldn't win a competition she entered. sophia told her that it was a phrase of endearment that meant 'you're good, you can do it.'
"after all that we've been through?" y/n tries to yell, but to no avail, she was already a crying mess, voice weakening. her words only coming out as a pleadings. sophia could only scoffs at the other girl's patheticness, shaking her head in disappointment.
"do you seriously think you're that important for me to risk my job for you? "
sophia snaps at y/n, pointing her index finger at the latter, her voice spoken with venom with how cruel it sounded. she didn't even think it through, she didn't even bother to understand how it would cut deep, she didn't waste a second to dismiss y/n.
y/n opens her mouth to say something, anything. but no words came out of her mouth, everything that she wanted to say was tangled in her throat, stuck.
it made her sick in the stomach, the person who she spent her whole life loving, had the guts to tell her something like that? how reckless.
"i'm being offered a big job, y/n. i fit the role perfectly, i have the skills, i have everything— the only thing that's holding me back is me having a relationship with someone like you." sophia continues on with her harsh choice of words, she thought highly of herself, and of course that meant that she thought of y/n lowly.
the latter had just started her own career, she was a new singer-song writer, but sophia couldn't relate to the intern. sophia has been in the industry longer, she's been in a few big projects. and now, as she said from moments ago, she was offered to act in a hit movie. the infamous producer was fine with sophia, impressed even, except of the one thing he despised, and that was his actors and actresses having relationships with other people. he says that it's one of the reasons that some movies suck, the way the characters lacked the chemistry needed.
sure, maybe sophia should've thought of hiding her relationship with y/n instead. sophia's a great actress, so she could flawlessly act as someone single. but she was too into the heat of the fight, driven by the adrenaline rush of excitemen, reigning with the pride she's been hiding underneath her breath-taking beauty.
YOU WERE SICK OF ALL THE HOLES IN YOUR SWEATER
it was december, the season of winter, the time for which the snow could finally fall.
sophia was gonna come over to her lover's dorm and spend the day together, she brought a few things, and what i meant by a few; she had a well gift-wrapped present in her left hand, and the matching pair of the sweater she was wearing.
she knocked on y/n's door three times: i love you.
when y/n heard the familiar knock on her door, she immediately shifted on her seat on her couch. "it's open!" the latter shouted excitedly from the living room, already smiling at the thought of her girlfriend.
the filipina's lips curled into a wide grin, too, she turned the doorknob and eagerly stormed inside of her lover's apartment.
"i've brought you a gift, and matching sweaters for us!" sophia exclaimed, sprinting towards where her lover was curled into a ball under a blanket. she carefully placed her gift on the coffee table, patiently waiting for y/n to do something.
"but i'm already wearing a sweater."
the remark made sophia debate on whether she should curiously ask about it or just frown, but before she could decide which one to do, y/n shoved the blanket off of her and sat up.
y/n was wearing the worn out gray sweater of sophia that had holes in them, the same sweater that sophia recalled she asked y/n to throw away before, which made her head tilt.
"i thought you already threw that away?" sophia cluelessly asked y/n with a confused look on her face, which made the latter giggle and cup the filipina's face into the palms of her hands.
"how could i throw away the sweater that reminds me of you whenever i'm missing you?"
it was unbelievable, there was no way that this was happening, right?
y/n thought.
it was all so sudden for her, it was so surreal. it felt just like yesterday they were still the happiest couple ever. when sophia was still a theatre major, the most loving girlfriend ever, and when y/n was still a music major, who always showered sophia with her pure lovingness.
but now? she was just as overused as her voice that night from practice, she was worn out as sophia's gray sweater from that december.
YOU LOOKED TO ME AND WONDERED WHETHER
I WAS THE LAMPPOST TO WHICH YOU WERE TETHERED
y/n looked at the filipina through her tear-soaked lashes, she swears she sees someone else—she wasn't seeing her sofi anymore.
she kept trying to convince herself that it was all fake, she blinked away the tears that swelled in her eyes in hopes that she was just in a nightmare. but she was very much awake, and unfortunately, it was true that she was losing the love of her life forever.
y/n entered the club her friend, manon, rented for a party that she threw for all of her celebrity friends, and close friends.
and before y/n could explore the club any further, manon caught sight of her friend, and practically yanked y/n towards her before the latter could move.
"what the-" before y/n was even able to complain about the sudden action, she was interrupted by getting enveloped to a tight hug.
"heyyy, it's so nice to see you!" manon drunkly slurred her words, practically squeezing y/n in the hug. the latter pats manon's exposed back, somewhere in between for greeting and a tap-out.
in an instant, the ghanian woman finally frees y/n from the hug that almost suffocated the latter. y/n then panted, catching her breath after being squished by manon.
"yea, it's nice to see you too." y/n breathily utters out, raggedly breathing, manon giggles continously in response, before hiccuping, which makes y/n give her a concerned look, before manon reciprocates with a blank stare, and the two girls look at each other weirdly before bursting out laughter in unison.
meanwhile, from another point of view...
sophia was drowned in a conversation she was having with lara raj, smiling widely as she sipped from the red plastic cup in her hand whilst listening to the indian girl yap about the song she newly came up with. she was enjoying her time, alright—but when her eyes wandered around the club, something caught her attention.
is that manon and y/n? sophia thought she was seeing things, even rubbing her eyes with the back of her free hand, praying to the gods that whatever she was seeing wasn't real. she hoped that she was just too drunk, or becoming schizophrenic. the filipina took in a deep breath, closing her eyes to relax herself.
sophia tried her very best to just keep her eyes on lara instead, she really did, but it was like there was a magnetic force that made her keep glancing at her ex. sophia knew to herself that she shouldn't be doing this, she tried to tear her gaze off of y/n. but sophia couldn't prevent her heart from melting at seeing y/n, and maybe, she stared at her ex longer than she had planned to.
buuut, that was until y/n felt eyes on her, and so she searched across the room, and her eyes landed on a special someone, a special someone she prayed to the gods, too, to not see.
I'M LOOKING AT YOU, AND YOU'RE LOOKING AT ME
sophia was in the middle of drinking, and she almost spat out the alcohol she had in her mouth. she didn't know whether to look away, or just let the stare linger. sophia looked like a deer caught in the headlights, but she couldn't deny that she felt satisfied with the feeling of having y/n eyes on her once again. her blood quickly rushed in her veins, her heart almost beating out of her chest, losing its rhythmical beating. everything was in slow-motion, like nothing else mattered. sophia may have been delusional, but nothing else except destiny could prove why it felt like the long dead flame between them had rekindled.
y/n swore she felt her airways close, she didn't know if the air was stuck in her trachea or if it got knocked out of her lungs, because she was sure the oxygen didn't reach her brain with the way her whole body was acting up. she didn't know whether her heart was being caressed softly or clenched tightly, whether the weight on her shoulders felt lighter or heavier, whether the tears that were swelled up in her eyes was out of joy or trauma, whether she wanted to be in sophia's arms or punch sophia's pretty face. y/n felt a lot of things all at once, but she dismissed her feelings and shoved them away.
the stare lasted longer than it was supposed to, and the air thickened with tension by the second that passed.
with how long it lasted, the two friends that they were previously conversing with—before the exes got distracted—wondered what could possibly have been so interesting that it grabbed their attention for that long. both lara and manon looked over their shoulder at the same time, and when they saw what stole their friend's attention, they showed their reactions more than the exes did, but their hearts sunk to their stomach the same.
y/n found herself fleeing away from the situation, escaping the scene with shaky breaths slipping from her lips. feeling uneasy as the tears pooled in her eyes started to roll down her face, biting down on her bottom lip to prevent herself from sobbing entirely.
it just so happened that when y/n finally stopped strolling, she was standing in front of the bar part of the club. she swiftly plopped down on one of the seats without hesitation, asking the bartender for a drink that'll make her forget—but she knows to herself sophia's an annoying stain that never fades.
y/n finished the drink in one chug, quickly asking the bartender for more, rambling her words. and as the bartender serves her drink, she continued with chugging the alcohol down her throat, ignoring how it burned, ignoring how the drink scratched the walls of her throat—drowning her heart with intoxication, trying to wash the memory of her ex with alcohol, distracting herself from the pain sophia caused.
𓂃⋆.˚ a/n: might post a fic continuing this one if it gets enough appreciation🤓
• of course, we know she leans more on the dominant side
• i have a feeling that she has a hidden soft spot for being held
• but she doesn't demand for it completely
• if she small spoons to you, that means she trusts you A LOT
• for her big spoon side, she's protective by nature
• sophia has this nurturing aura
• she's the type to always want to make sure you're warm, comfortable, and safe when you're with her
• she encourages you to be more fragile and vulnerable around her
• she becomes so soft when you bring down your walls with her</3
• she's the type to wrap her arms around you and whisper sweet-nothings to you
• but really, it's not all sweet-nothings
• she tells you stuff like "i've got you" "it's okay, it'll be okay" and "you have me"
• her grounding energy would be so addictive
• she doesn't JUST hug you, she anchors you down
• sophia's the type to have you fully relax while cuddling
• she coos you to sleep, probably
• or sing you a lullaby with her swooning voice..🫠
• oh, and sophia def smells so comforting too
• she'd be the type to really take care of you during cuddling sessions
• like, adjust the blanket so it covers you fully
• tuck you closer to her
• and rub circles on your arm while she's holding you
• her small spoon side is occasional, but meaningful
• as i said from earlier, sophia hides her soft spot— and very well, at that
• she doesn't always show her vulnerability, but when she does, being a small spoon is her way of letting her guard down
• even though she's usually the one giving comfort and warmth, she appreciates those moments wherein she can just melt into someone else and not having to always carry the weight of "being the strong one"
• when she small spoons, it makes her reassured that someone cherishes her and cares for her the same way she does for others
a/n: i was writing this in the middle of class so forgive me for any errors that you see on this silly headcannon. THANKFULLY, i sit at the very back so🙏🙏 interactions with this post are very much appreciated !
synopsis — the feeling of being loved is superior, but does she really love you?
warnings — mentions of drug use. mentions of food deprivation. not proofread.
a/n: another angst fic woohoo
YOU WERE LOVED—or at least, you thought. it was a guilty pleasure for the blood in your veins rush whenever felt that way. it was wrong to strive with such superiority deeply in your bones, but it felt right.
sophia was the one to blame. she made you feel appreciated in every way possible. she made you feel complete. she made you feel like every part of you was lovable. sophia made you feel like you were on top of the word with the way she always ensured you were at the top, the center of attention—even at least only to her.
sophia always held you close when every part of you was torn. she always wiped your tears away when you practically drowned it them. she always kissed each and every bruise you had so they could be cured. sophia always said "i love you" when you felt unlovable.
without flaw nor hesitation, she did everything for your sake, and you could list every single one she did without mistake.
sophia was like the drug that never failed to get you high, that drug had you all up in the clouds.
but unfortunately, like a blunt, she runs out, burns out. like smoke, she drifts and vanishes into the air.
and like an addict, you go into withdrawal within moments without her, you can't live without her—you breathe her.
you can never get enough of her, with how much you were smoking her, she was your oxygen. nevermind how much it burns your lungs, it hurts too good to let go, afraid she might slip through your fingers like liquid.
you were practically insane, and that made you sick in the stomach. it made your heart sink from your chest to your stomach realizing how deeply in love you were with sophia.
but when you found out that she had a new boyfriend, you immediately broke into tears. the following days, you become such a mess; skipping meals, barely getting out of your room, crying yourself to sleep every night.
you remember what she always promised you, "you're the only one i'll ever love." and that used to make your heart beat out of your chest, but now? it just crushes your heart that it was a vow that she broke like it was nothing. maybe you were in the wrong, thinking she meant it when she was barely sober, thinking she'd hold you to that promise of hers when she was drowned in toxicity. when alcohol was practically the blood running in her veins.
it felt like a sin you couldn't do, admit and convince yourself that all sophia did was faux act—you should've noticed sooner, noticed how her tone lacked sincerity.
you prayed and begged to the gods every single day just for her to be yours, for her to love you truly. but you couldn't do anything about it, could you?
