#・ .˳⁺⁎ 𓂃 ⌗ ⠀:⠀ asks.

[icedemi]

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 !

˒ 🍥 ៸៸ feat : junichiro , dazai , fukuzawa !

cw : cumplay. mentions of ; pregnancy??. unprotected sex, cum eating ; ( junichiro ) fem! implied reader ( mentions of cunt ) NOT proofread . NSFW below the cut . MDNI... !! 🎀

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junichiro ;

poor baby didn't even notice the condom broke until you gave him the"seriously?" look, he swears he didn't mean it !

immediately pulls out and watches his essence seep out of you in embarrassment..

" s-shit m'sorry sweetheart... want me to draw you a bath? " he shyly offered as he kissed your inner thighs.

a devilish smirk appeared on your face , one thing leads to another and suddenly . . .

junichiro is a whimpering mess eating his cum out of your leaking hole ??

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dazai ;

this shitbag 100% came inside on purpose ! can you blame him though..? the way you were clenching around his thick cock is enough to drive him crazy..

he swears he was "hypnotized" by the feeling of your sweet cunt he couldn't stop himself, he promises he's sorry and it won't happen again ! (it'll happen again..)

he slowly inserts his long slender and fuck, veiny fingers into the depths of your cunt, collecting all of his warm seed.

" open up 'donna, c'mon it's good for you ! s'full of my sweet delicious nutrients.. "

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fukuzawa ;

as you were bent over his desk taking his thick length, you whine at the sudden empty feeling..

turning your head, you see fukuzawa had pulled out and is throwing away the broken semi-filled condom.

" 'zawa..? is everything okay? "

"condom broke.."

"seriously?! that's the third time this week ! "

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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 :

🖋️ // hiya everyone ! i kinda rushed this one since i hadn't posted in over a month, took a mental health break + a bit of revamping!!

got lazy towards the end.. (sorry fukuzawa lovers!) ive had like NO motivation and id love for you ppl to send me requests and thirsts...!!!! PLS 🫶🫶 askbox is always open 🎀

©icedemi 2024 don't steal, translate, re-upload etc. reblogs r appreciated! 💌

[hyuneskkami]

hi hi hi can i please get a percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite reader?? basically she’s all about the love part of Aphrodite and she’s talking about it constantly and he’s her friend and kinda realises like oh wait i’m in love w her

does that make sense?? also can i get a moodboard w it?? <33

thank you and ily!

masterlist

💌┊₊˚⊹꒷ BROOKLYN BABY .ᐟ

⤷ percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite!reader ‧₊˚ ⋅

ᝰ. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 . . . percy jackson and the heroes of olympus

ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 . . . y/n constantly yaps about the idea of love to her best friend, percy, and he realises he has feelings for her. (annie’s y/n’s close friend too! i’m too nice to make her an angry b </3) also!! y/n has brown eyes solely bc brown eyes are pretty asf and not talked about enough <3 + ft. best friends to lovers, minor gods dissing (like one time), y/n reading the cruel prince (not directly mentioned), percy having an ‘uh oh, i’m in love’ moment, and a book bouquet. p.s. moodboard at the end!

ᝰ. 𝐤𝐞𝐲 . . . y/n: your name | y/l/n: your last name | n/n: nickname

ᝰ. 𝐰𝐜 . . . 1.4k

ᝰ. 𝐚/𝐧 . . . hdkwjdkw 1/8 asks complete lmao. this req was so cute!! I love reading the ‘moment of realisation’ dialogues in books, but it was especially fun to write it for the first time. it was a little weird to write only bc i’m a cabin 3 kid irl but it’s okay 😭 for the sake of a fluffy fic, I powered through, guys <3

2 years ago . . .

✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov

“some kid killed a minotaur!” a hermes cabin demigod yelled from near the dining pavilion. glancing up from our glasses of soda, annabeth and I turned towards the voice. “he’s a new one!”

we looked at each other, wondering which god couldn’t keep it in their pants again.

suddenly, a few apollo kids ran out from the infirmary towards the arch near thalia’s tree.

“the new kid’s probably clumsy,” annabeth said.

“he killed a minotaur,” I shot back.

“hey, you can be dumb and strong at the same time.”

“uh huh. whose child do you think he is? I bet it’s one of the big three.” I said.

“no way, they have a pact, remember-”

“do you really think they actually follow that, annie?” I snickered at her.

in a while, an unconscious boy about their age was carried into the infirmary. I only caught sight of his black hair, and dishevelled and bloody look. I decided to visit him the next day to check up on his condition.

the rest of the day was spent reading in my cabin, while my sisters tried new makeup products on our brother, which was quite funny, really.

throughout the next week, I left the warmth of my bed to visit the new kid—percy jackson—in the infirmary. he had begun to regain consciousness.

“who are you?” he asked, sharply inhaling a breath.

“oh, hey,” I smiled at him. “i’m y/n y/l/n. daughter of aphrodite.”

“right. daughter of aphrodite. a goddess,” he repeated slowly.

I realised that no one had explained about camp half-blood to him yet, and took that job upon myself after calling out for will and letting him know that his patient was awake.

“so, there’s gods and goddesses. and monsters. and everything in the greek myths you were taught? they’re all real. at camp half-blood, we’re all demigods—the children of a god or goddess and a mortal.” I continued to explain to him how the demigod world worked, remembering to talk about the mist, the gods, the cabins, and everything else.

I expected him to not believe me, and call me names (like the other new campers) for lying, but he took it like a champ. he nodded at me, sitting up properly, and asked for something so his arm would stop paining. I immediately got will to help him.

the next week, when I was out by the beach, reading my romance novel about a mortal girl and a faerie prince falling in love after being enemies, I heard sand shifting around behind me.

“who-” I turned around.

“hey, y/n, right?” percy asked, walking closer.

“ah, you remember,” I said, a smile growing on my face.

“well, yeah. you’re really just the only person who has spoken to me normally… and not like I was some intimidating and scary… thing,” he said, running his hands through his already dishevelled hair.

“come, sit down.” I patted the sand beside me. he took his place there, sitting down with his legs criss-crossed.

“what are you reading?” he asked.

I explained to him the plot, setting, characters, and everything about the book I was reading for the next few hours.

we sat there till dusk, watching the sun set into pretty hues of pink, purple, and orange.

“it’s so pretty, isn’t it?” I asked.

✮⋆˙ percy’s pov

“yeah, it is.” I replied to her, eyes fixed on her side profile.

wow. she’s so beautiful.

timeskip: present

“perce!” y/n called loudly, running towards me.

“heyyyy! n/n, you’re back! how was the quest? did you get hurt or anything?” I asked, hugging her, and then moving back to scan her for injuries.

“i’m fine, perce, all good. I got will to check me out and he cleared me,” she said, grinning. her face was swiped with dirt and grime, but she still looked like she was an ethereal princess who walked out of one of her books. “what? have I got a lot of dirt on my face?”

“nah, you’re cool. ‘s pretty.” I said, and she laughed—my favourite sound in the entire world. “and anyway, you need to change out of these clothes and meet me outside your cabin. I have something for you.”

“what is it?”

“that’s a surprise-”

“I hate surprises.”

“you’ll like this one,” I winked at her, as she laughed again.

timeskip

✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov

I changed into casual loose sweatpants and a shirt since it was summer.

ah, summer. one of most romantic seasons ever. the breeze whipping around a girl’s hair, as a boy runs towards her with flowers. the sunlight falling onto their faces as they share a kiss. watching the sun set in pretty shades everyday with each other. that was summer.

everything about it reminded me of percy. watching sunsets, seeing the sunlight fall on his face after he gets out of the water. the flowers, now dry, that he gifted me for every special occasion.

it was hard to admit that I liked him more than I would like any friend. i’d never picked up any hints from him, that might’ve signalled that he liked me, no matter how many of my siblings told me he did.

all friends hold hands, right? and all good friends wish each other a good morning and good night everyday. what was so special? the flowers?

“hey, n/n!” percy’s voice dragged me out of my thoughts. he was dressed in loose shorts and a hawaii button up, and my gods, he looked so gorgeous.

“perce! at least tell me where we’re going now,” I groaned.

“nuh-uh. a surprise is a surprise.” he brought out a blindfold and handed it to me. I raised my eyebrow at him. “put it on. i’ll take you there.”

“I swear to gods, if this turns out to be a prank-”

“shh, it won’t. now put it on,” he promised.

I walked closer to him and put on the blindfold, and he turned me around a few times to make sure I wouldn’t figure out where we’re going. I scoffed at his childish actions.

as he was standing behind me, I felt his warmth on my back. he took my arms at my side and urged me to walk ahead.

he manoeuvred me in different directions and finally stopped after a while.

“you ready, princess?” he asked. the nickname did something to cause butterflies in my stomach.

“yeah,” I whispered.

he took off the blindfold, and it was too bright for a second. I shielded my eyes and groaned, before letting them adjust to the harsh sunlight.

I looked around and saw a huge, fluffy blanket laid down on the grass of the fields. a basket with food was set in one corner and a bouquet in the centre.

specifically, a book bouquet.

“PERCY, HOW DID YO-”

“surprise,” he grinned, as I turned around and hugged him. he’d always given me gifts when I returned from quests, but this was, by far, the best.

“how’d you know all my favourites?” I asked, looking at the 10 romance novels on the blanket.

“oh, annie helped,” he said enthusiastically. “should we sit down and start eating? you can tell me all about the people in your books, and why you like romance books especially, yeah?”

smiling, we sat down on the blankets, and ate away with no care in the world.

✮⋆˙ percy’s pov

as she talked about her books for the next few hours, I could only think about how beautiful her brown eyes were, especially when the sunlight hit them at the correct angle. how soft her lips looked as her mouth moved at a faster pace than her thoughts. how perfect her cheeks were, smiling wide. how amazing she was. how smart and beautiful she was.

when did my feelings of friendship turn into love, for her?

as she continued to speak of the love between her favourite characters, I noticed her longing for a similar love. I could give that to her, couldn’t I?

wait. what? what am I even thinking? y/n’s my best friend.

“love is everywhere, in every gesture, every glance. it’s the thread that binds us together, connecting hearts across time and space,” she said.

and at that moment, I knew I was done for.

I was hopelessly in love with my best friend.

percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite — the love like in her books <3

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[mind-murder-palace]

If you ever feel like no one thinks about you, remember that you're someone in our system's favorite mutual 🫶

[puppymutt-grant]

use me till i’m braindead. i don’t like having to think. use me until there isn’t a thought left in my head.

i don’t like being in control…

[ynnova]

~caught~~~ for the tag game :3 excited to see what you do with that scenario

' GLIMPSES OF THE PAST ' ask game // caught 📼

caught – for a scene from my muse's past in which they were caught doing something they shouldn't.

time period . 2019 | wc . 1.2k | tw . language, a sexual joke, invasion of privacy, somewhat angst ending

hongjoong had been acting... strange. well, more strange than what's usual for him if you're being honest.

he had also been avoiding you, which is something he has never really done before. and honestly it’s starting to affect you in ways you didn't realize it before.

you assume he's just stressed about the upcoming comeback. his eyes never leaving his laptop, headphones on 24/7, and you were pretty sure everyone else in the dorm could hear seonghwa scolding him more than hongjoong did.

"what do you think hongjoong's been working on?" wooyoung asks one night while you and him are piled in his bed watching a movie.

"what are you talking about?" you ask, only half paying attention to what he is saying, eyes focused on the movie in front of you.

"on his laptop! he's been on it more than usual, think he's working on a secret project?" he pegs, making you sit up a little in order to look at your boyfriend.

"secret project?" you echo and he nods, sitting up as well.

"i mean... aren't you a little curious about what he's working on? not letting any of us see it," he says and you think about how wooyoung is kind of making a point.

"i guess... but is it really any of our business on what he's working on?"

"damn, didn't know you had such a boner for him," wooyoung jokes with a laugh making you roll your eyes as you shove him away from you. "awe, come on, babe, don't be like that. hyung is super handsome, i don't blame me, he gives me one too," wooyoung teases, wrapping his arms around you.

"whatever," you say with an annoyed tone that both of you know is fake. wooyoung smiles at you, kissing your cheek before you both seemingly let the conversation die as you both fall back into watching the movie.

you don't think about hongjoong's 'secret project' until a week later when you are in the recording studio with him and eden. you were the last one to record your lines, the others having finished and doing... whatever. you were sitting on the couch, patiently waiting your turn and looking over your lines. that's when your eyes drifted to hongjoong's laptop that was open. a singular folder titled 'y/n' with several files in it.

wait a minute.

why did that folder have your name on it?

your eyes went from hongjoong's laptop to the male himself who was sitting there talking to eden about the lines that had already been recorded. eden lets out a sigh before he's turning in his seat and standing up.

"we'll be right back, y/n, and then we'll start your recording," eden says and you nod your head watching as him and hongjoong leave the room.

leaving you alone... with hongjoong's laptop.

you know its wrong. you know you shouldn't, but you can't help figure out why he has a whole folder titled with your name.

so you move over to where you can better access his laptop, eyes darting to door, knowing that hongjoong could come back any minute. you gotta be fast.

they were all songs. several of them by the looks of it, all them untitled however. damn. was he writing songs about you? you felt your heart picking up at the thought of hongjoong – the guy you've had a crush on for several years now, writing not one, but several songs about you.

licking your lips, you clicked on the first file. letting it open the music software that hongjoong used when making songs, you noticed his headphones laying on the table and decided to pick them up. placing them on your ears, you clicked play and allowed the song to begin.

you are immediately greeted with hongjoong's voice, he's talking to you, addressing you personally.

"hey, y/n, this feels a little silly to be doing, but i don't know how else to tell you how i feel. i think," he takes a pause, "i've been feeling this special way about you for a while now. i've always admired how you work, so dedicated. i'm glad to have you as a member of ateez... as my... friend. you're someone i cherish," he says with a laugh. "i'm recording this in the middle of the night, its about two in the morning right now, and i know i should be sleeping, but i just can't."

you can imagine him sitting alone in his studio, mic pressed to his lips as he speaks into it, recording his thoughts. he probably has sleep-bags underneath his eyes, lips pouting and a hair slightly tossed from him running his fingers through it all night.

"i can't sleep when you're always on my mind. when i think you've made me fall in love with you... i think i love you, y/n. but i'm afraid to confess to you directly. i know... you're dating san, yunho, and wooyoung – i'm happy for you, but i also want to be someone you can love like that. someone you can call a lover and not just a captain." he lets out a sigh before he continues. "i think i'm jealous of our members, honestly. i can't tell you everything i feel in fear of you not returning my feelings, so i'll just dedicate these songs to you."

the file ends and you feel like a wave of emotions have crashed over you. how long has he felt like this? how long has he kept his feelings hidden from you?

you can't help but immediately play the next file, hitting play and letting the melody of the song start before hongjoong's voice – singing this time – fills your ears. you listen as he sings, the lyrics confessing his feelings and talking about how you make him feel. you were about a minute through the song before the headphones were suddenly ripped off your head.

turning your head, you make eye contact with an angry hongjoong. face red and you can only imagine smoke coming out of his nose.

"what the hell are you doing?" hongjoong asks, his tone something you have never heard before, at least not directed towards you that is. you find yourself opening and closing your mouth, but nothing coming out.

you watch as his eyes go to his laptop screen, he takes in what you had been listening to before he looks back at you in complete horror. "what have you done?" he asks in total disbelief.

"i-i- hongjoong– i," you stumble over your words, not knowing what to say.

"i can't believe you went through my stuff? you had no fucking right to do that, y/n!" he says, as he reaches over to pull his laptop towards himself, away from you.

"i-i'm sorry, hongjoong, i was just... i saw it had my name and–

"so you think that gave you a right to look at my stuff!?" he cuts off, voice loud and full of shock.

"hongjoong, can we– can we please talk about this?"

"talk about what? the fact you invaded my privacy, my feelings? fuck, what do you want me to say when you know how i feel already!"

"but do you know how i feel?"

he pauses, taking a step away before turning his back to you. "no," he breathes out, "i don't want to know anymore... in fact, i think i hate you more than anything right now. i think it's best if you don't speak to me for a while."

you're then left alone in the recording studio, heart feeling broken and tears running down your face. you really fucked up this time.

[selysie]

I discovered yandex..

new resources added to my collection! /silly

[hwaflms]

i'm ngl i was reading happy now but fell asleep midway and had the craziest dream abt jaehyun (...pornstar!jh don't ask, but your thoughts are very welcome, if you'd so graciously provide them 🙏), thank you for this blessing of a fic, i'm gonna go back to finishing it :3

UR SO SWEET??? thank you sm i hope you enjoyed it :(

and omg anon ur on to smth with pornstar!jae i NEED to hear abt ur dream hold on……..,

im thinking about pornstar!jae who knows he’s got a huge cock and acts like it too. no one has ever made a single complaint about working with him because he’s just too good at what he does; he knows just how to use his mouth, knows all the right dirty little things to whisper in her ear, never cums first.

pornstar!jae who catches you watching his latest, and is surprised that innocent little you seems to be enjoying watching him fuck a woman senseless on a kitchen counter, blushing as you keep your volume low at sounds of their pleasure.

pornstar!jae who jerked off to the thought for the first time in a long while, picturing your hand stuffed in your panties while you touched yourself to him, wishing it was you underneath him instead. being the little shit he is, he makes a number of allusions to the incident, driving you mad because you’re not sure whether he knows or not.

pornstar!jae who finally confesses he wants to fuck you in the most casual manner, stroking your bright red cheek with a thumb slowly. you can only imagine his surprise when you shyly ask whether you can make a lil movie out of it, all his thoughts shooting straight down to his cock.

pornstar!jae who has you bent over his balcony railing, drilling into you long and hard, a hand slapped over your mouth to not wake the neighbours. he has your dress bunched up over your breasts, watching them jiggle with each hard thrust, positioning you so you’re facing the lens of the camera. he gives you exactly what you wanted and more, and with each coo of “dirty girl” and each slip of his fingers into your mouth, your moans sound even more pornographic than those of the women he fucked on screen. you’ve already come all over his mouth, but he’s absolutely relentless as he slips a hand around you to rub fast circles on to your throbbing clit.

pornstar!jae who downloads and saves the video on to his ‘favourites’ album, knowing that would be the only thing he’d watch for the next couple months. he knows it would do numbers if he posted it but he wants it to be ‘his special lil secret’, even thought you both know there would be more to come.

[submarine-06]

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⠀⠀EDITOR'S NOTE : srry for dissapearing editor's ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀block is literally beating me up 💔💔

[silkjade]

a secret friend made me a mini jadetham moodboard waaah tysm i love u a million (இ﹏இ`｡) ♡

[luvielie]

ok agora mandando o link certo 🙏🏻 pfvrrrrr divinha, se possível e se for do seu agrado, eu iria amar ouvir seus pensamentos pensantes sobre esses dois 🥺

releva o errado eu sou meio lesa às vezes SHDSJSOSBAOABSOSNB um beijo pra ti mwah mwah 🎀💋

KKKKKKKKKKKKKKK sem problemas, bestie, eu dou várias dessa tbm

warnings: corruption kink (kinda?), dubcon, double penetration, nipple play, oral [f and m receiving], face sitting, dirty talk etc etc etc (não tenho controle sobre o que isso se tornou)

ok, para esse cenário eu imaginei a reader sendo uma garotinha bem bobinha, um pouco ingênua, ali no comecinho dos seus vinte anos e recém-completados. eles três se conheceram em uma peça que estavam fazendo juntos, seu primeiro grande papel, e acabaram ficando bem amigos, do tipo próximos mesmo, porque os dois te acolheram como se você fosse uma gatinha perdida, cuidando de você, te ajudando em tudo que você precisasse e, por serem atores mais experientes, te dando vários conselhos e dicas muito úteis para usar no palco, bem como fora dele.

enfim. em uma noite qualquer, após o ensaio, todo o elenco e a equipe de produção se juntam numa conversa descontraída enquanto arrumam a bagunça e se preparam para ir embora. você não saberia dizer como, mas o assunto acabou chegando no tópico sexo, mais especificamente algo que nunca fizeram na cama (ou fora dela) e morrem de vontade de experimentar. você fica só ouvindo as libertinagens quietinha, meio que no cantinho do camarim compartilhado, escondidinha, torcendo para ninguém te perceber, porém, não consegue escapar por muito tempo: uma das atrizes leva a atenção para você, perguntando o seu fetiche, e ficam todos os pares de olhos assim 👀👀👀 esperando pela sua resposta.

você fica morrendo de vergonha, toda coradinha e nervosa, sem saber o que falar, suando frio, e demorando horrores pra conseguir soltar um "acho que threesome" num gaguejo fraquinho, quase inaudível, mas que atingiu os ouvidos certos. quase que imediatamente ao te ouvir, enzo e fernando se encaram, num misto de surpresa e cumplicidade, só para confirmar que as duas cabeças (ou, melhor, as quatro) estavam maquinando sobre a mesma coisa.

conversa vai, conversa vem, vocês três finalmente vão embora juntos, no carro de fernando (não sei se ele dirige, vamos imaginar que sim), porque moram todos no mesmo prédio. a viagem quase toda foi um completo silêncio, exceto pela música baixinha que tocava no rádio, até o argentino soltar uma risadinha de escárnio, balançando a cabeça para os dois lados. "threesome, hm? quem imaginaria...", fala, descrente, fazendo enzo rir junto, mais suave. e você, uma pobre coitada, já quer morrer de constrangimento, o rostinho queimando e o corpo se afundando no estofado de couro, praticamente se fundindo ao material negro, e chega a cogitar se seria muito dramático se atirar do carro em movimento, igual aquela cena de lady bird.

"me pergunto de onde ela tira essas ideias", o uruguaio suspira, num tom de pai decepcionado. "é isso que você faz, nena, trancada no seu quarto? fica assistindo desconhecidas sendo comidas por dois caras ao mesmo tempo, imaginando que é você no lugar delas?”, eles te olham pelo retrovisor, achando a coisinha mais fofa você toda encolhidinha e tímida, se negando a responder a pergunta.

já no elevador, você, na frente pois desce primeiro, sente o ar pesando dentro do cubículo metálico, te envolvendo em uma tensão tão palpável que poderia ser cortada a faca. sabia que os pares de olhos estavam cravados nas suas costas, queimando a pele coberta, e se pega praticamente rezando pro seu andar chegar logo e poder respirar livremente. porém, tão focada nos números brilhando no visor que indica o andar, mal notou os dois homens se aproximando, sorrateiros igual dois leões cercando uma presa, reduzindo seu espaço pessoal a nada ao te empurrar delicadamente de encontro a parede gélida.

“achei que a gente tinha te dito que você poderia nos pedir ajuda pra qualquer coisa que precisasse”, enzo diz, ressentido, a mão virando seu rostinho nervoso para que o olhasse nos olhos.

“e, quando dissemos qualquer coisa, era qualquer coisa mesmo.”, fer pontua, firme.

quando viu, estava sendo amassada em um sanduíche apertado, fer na frente e enzo atrás, te fazendo sentir cada pedacinho dos corpos robustos, fortes, te tocando, pressionando, te jogando para lá e para cá igual uma bonequinha de pano. o argentino, mais novo, era mais ansioso, pouco delicado, marcava a clavícula com mordidas e chupões, enquanto o uruguaio, por ser mais velho e experiente, era mais calmo, tranquilo, beijava e lambia carinhosamente a nuca, fazendo sua cabecinha girar com as dinâmicas completamente opostas, sem saber no que se concentrar direito.

suspirou afetada com os pares de mão percorrendo todo seu corpinho arrepiado, duas se concentrando nos peitos cobertos pelo cropped, sem sutiã, alcançando os biquinhos tesos, e duas invadindo sua saia jeans, apertando energeticamente sua bunda, praticamente toda descoberta pela calcinha minúscula. você fechou os olhinhos, fraca, a mente enuviada com tantas sensações novas criando um caos em seus neurônios.

(vamos fingir que tem uma baita transição aqui, eles levando ela pro apartamento do enzo, tirando a roupa e blablabla pq já tá enorme e ainda tem mais coisa pra desenvolver)

enzo deitou recostado na cabeceira da cama e bateu nas pernas, te chamando para sentar ali. puxou a face vermelhinha com delicadeza, te beijando com amor e desejo, e você gemeu contra a boca dele ao perceber a cabecinha do pau de fernando batendo na sua entradinha apertada, penetrando-lhe firmemente, nem precisando de muito para que você alcançasse o primeiro orgasmo da noite, e despejando-se em você logo em seguida.

sem nem ter tempo de respirar direito ou se recuperar da onda de prazer, já se vê sendo girada em cima do corpo de enzo, ficando de quatro, os joelhos abertos para comportar o tronco amplo do uruguaio entre eles e as mãozinhas apoiadas nas coxas grossas dele.

tomou um susto ao sentir as palmas grandes do homem abaixo na sua barriga, te puxando mais para trás. buscou os olhos enegrecidos de luxúria do contigiani, que pacientemente bombeava o membro ainda teso com a destra. ele sorriu para você, “seja boazinha e fica paradinha, ok?”, pediu.

o que seria impossível, principalmente quando a língua quente de enzo percorreu toda a extensão da sua bucetinha recheada, lambendo cada dobrinha sensível, sugando gotinha por gotinha dos fluídos misturados e afundando o nariz grande em toda sua umidade. você fincou as unhas curtas nos músculos sobre as palmas, apertando com força para tentar sustentar o peso nos braços trêmulos e quase gritou ao sentir o rosto masculino se prensando ainda mais fundo no seu sexo, mordiscando levemente o pontinho de nervos inchado e pulsante, todavia, foi imediatamente calada pelo falo latejante do argentino, que aproveitou a deixa para se empurrar por inteiro para dentro da cavidade molhada, te causando um engasgo, os olhos ardendo com as lágrimas que embaçavam a vista.

o quarto virou uma desordem de sons: os gemidos altos de fernando, seus grunhidos abafados pelo pau que pulsava sobre sua língua e o barulho indecente que enzo produzia ao chupar com força seus lábios sensibilizados.

“você quer o cuzinho?”, a voz melodiosa de fernando soou abafada em seus tímpanos, mas ele não falava com você. arregalou os olhinhos, assustada, ouvindo a confirmação de enzo com um desespero queimando no peito, misturado a falta de ar. o argentino te encarou com deboche: “não vai ficar medrosinha agora, né?”, provocou, movendo o quadril para frente para que você o engolisse mais fundo, calando sua insegurança com uma jatada volumosa de gozo.

agora deitadinha com as costas apoiadas no peito de enzo, não conseguia mais pronunciar um som que não fossem os gemidinhos incoerentes que vez ou outra soprava entre os dentes, convertida em uma bagunça de suor, lágrimas e porra, que escorria em gotas grossas pelos cantinhos da sua boca escancarada. observou fernando vasculhar as gavetas da cômoda ao lado da cama até encontrar um tubinho branco e azul, que você reconheceu de cara. se arrepiou ao sentir o fio gosmento e gélido escorrer por todo seu sexo, o homem esfregando os dígitos longos para espalhar o líquido transparente pelas suas duas entradinhas. o argentino não esperou para se afundar, novamente, na bucetinha agora já acostumada a recebê-lo, mas enzo te deu um tempinho para respirar, acariciando sua cintura e beijando a pele delicada do seu ombro.

“tudo bem?”, quis confirmar, a cabecinha do pau, até então negligenciado, se posicionando no buraquinho rugoso. você balançou a cabeça em uma afirmação ainda incerta, se arqueando toda com o membro grosso se enfiando dentro da entrada virgem, esticando-a lentamente, o rosto todo contorcendo-se em uma expressão incomodada. fer se abaixou o pouquinho e abocanhou seu seio direito, chupando a auréola sensível com gana, e arrastou a mão grande para o outro, massageando-o, prendendo o biquinho entre o polegar e o indicador e girando-o suavemente, numa tentativa de te distrair do desconforto.

quando você se acostumasse com a sensação, te comeriam daquele jeitinho, com força, ritmando as estocadas para você senti-los direitinho na mesma intensidade, até que se esvaziassem completamente dentro de você, te preenchendo inteira.

além disso, antes de te deixarem descansar, vão fazer questão de te comer mais uma vezinha daquele jeito, mais lentinho, invertendo as posições: dessa vez, o vogrincic virá por baixo, descansando seu rostinho suado no peito dele, e fernando virá por cima, fazendo questão de desferir alguns tapas na sua bundinha empinada e rindo, divertindo-se ao ver você se tremer todinha com o contato mais agressivo. eles se posicionariam novamente nas suas entradinhas doloridas, entrando devagarzinho pra não te machucar muito, e empurrando o gozo um do outro bem fundinho dentro de você, garantindo que as essências ficassem marcadas em seu interior por dias.

“é realmente impossível conhecer as pessoas totalmente, né?”, fer ri, cansado, no fio de voz que restou.

enzo concorda, “você olha esse rostinho de garotinha inocente e nem imagina que por baixo tem uma putinha suja que ama ficar toda entupidinha de porra.”

[sweetpascal]

oh my god the new chapter left me speechless, i'm a total sucker for dark and mean and manipulative joel and the fact that he is her stepfather makes it all more filthy and delicious. i can't wait for the next chapter, already feeling wrecked knowing that this will be the end. also how would you describe his feelings? does he feel something, anything for her considering the fact he actually saw her growing up before his eyes or is he just a manipulative and depraved bastard? i mean it for sure isn't something even akin to fatherly love but does he care like TRULY about her in his own way or is he just so possessed by the thought of owning her that he does not care about her or her feelings but only about the fact that she would leave him without him being able to prevent that from happening.

sorry for it being that long..... i guess i got carried away but i love overthinking about his personality and how his past shaped him into the person he is now.

DON'T EVER APOLOGIZE FOR LONG ASKS. please, get carried away. PLEASE. I LOVE IT.

now, to answer you're very lovely and thought-out question:

yes, there has been a long time where Joel did step up into a father figure role. Joel did watch her (you) grow up from an itty-bitty kid to a young woman. HOWEVER, he was never predatory in any way when she was a child. absolutely not. though, there were some depraved thoughts he would have on occasion when it came to teen girls that were eighteen to twenty years old.

remember that neighborhood whore girl i briefly spoke about ?? yeah, she was the first teen that Joel has gotten with. he didn't use the powerplay moves he used on his stepdaughter though. he did the usual southern gentleman sweet talk to manipulate the neighborhood girl and convince her to sleep with him--many, many times.

also, the porn i briefly spoke about that Joel watches, it always involves an older man, either a stepfather (his favorite category), a teacher, or even a priest. all of which includes a perky, developed young woman being manipulated into doing sinful acts with a man three to four times her age.

jlt!joel LOOOVVVEEESSSSSS that power dynamic. which is why the second his stepdaughter began developing breasts of her own and started to really fill into her freshly adult body, all of those fatherly feelings started to disappear. his depravity only increased when he would observe just how naive and sheltered she was. it was almost like a flip of a switch when she turned eighteen.

he's a very sick, nasty, old man LOL. i firmly believe that i accidentally created him to be a sociopath, which makes sense considering how he doesn't care about her feelings and loves to make her hurt, ya know ????

again, Joel loves power. he loves feeling in control of EVERYTHING. and in this case scenario, having his sweet innocent stepdaughter into the mix makes the perversion darker and much more intense. the man is evil, okay ??

[puppymutt-grant]

since i’m such a whore, why don’t you all fill my inbox with downright nasty things to do?

i’m technically not allowed to touch, so if you could work around that…that’d be great!

i want the all the icky, dirty, depraved ideas…won’t you give them to me? :3

[tetzoro]

zoro nipple sensitivity from 1-10 (10 being the highest)? 🎤

TEN.

^ that’s not dramatic enough for me but we’ll make do. i think he has very sensitive nipples but you wouldn’t think it bc of the way his tits are always out. they have some resilience ofc otherwise the wind would brush upon them mid fight and who knows what would happen. (so truthfully, maybe a 9)

but when you’re alone and tucked away in the crows nest, he gives into the sensation and lets himself be vulnerable and sensitive and yeah he can come untouched 🙂‍↕️🤝

[mind-murder-palace]

hi we've basically never interacted so I'm pretty sure you guys are unaware of our existence ngl but H was curious/nosey, so uh yeah :)

You're Lucien's favorite but I'm so sorry it's because he always reads your name as fortnite when he sees you on our dashbaord 💔

[hyuneskkami]

hi! your writing style is so cute!!! <3

could I request for a jason x sister!reader fluff? maybe a holiday theme oneshot at camp ft. leo's silly little dialogues of course 💞

masterlist

💌┊₊˚⊹꒷ LIKE WE JUST MET .ᐟ

⤷ platonic!multiple x daughter of zeus!reader ‧₊˚ ⋅

ᝰ. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 . . . percy jackson and heroes of olympus

ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 . . . jason grace’s sister!reader and tooth rotting fluff ft. jason (ofc), leo and his adorable dialogues, just fluff basically, christmas party, and a fun day out for the demigods. ft. y/n saying a few words here and there in french, princess passenger!leo again <3, sugar crashed!leo, matching lightning mcqueen pjs for y/n & jace. alsoalso jason’s weatherman nickname inspired by this post.

ᝰ. 𝐤𝐞𝐲 . . . y/n — your name | n/n — nickname | r/n — random name | ‘merde’: shit | ‘mon amour’: my love

ᝰ. 𝐰𝐜 . . . 1.5k

ᝰ. 𝐚/𝐧 . . . uhajshwkjs this request is everything! tysm anon, bc I miss winter sm 😭 this was the perfect way to get over my summer depression fr <3 hope you like it!

“rise and shine, my lovely buffalos!” clarisse’s voice rang loudly.

“stop, no,” jason groaned from the opposite side of the room, grabbing a pillow to cover his ears.

“I love you, but it’s christmas eve. let us sleep in, clarisse! even jace wants to!” I yelled.

I cracked an eye open, and sunlight filtered through the now-open door as clarisse walked in, her hand intertwined with a sleepy chris’.

“oh, the light, i’m going to go blind, merde-” I rambled and picked up a pillow, throwing it in the general area of the cabin’s door. a thwap sounded as clarisse caught the pillow before it maimed chris.

“man, wake up, where’s the christmas cheer, yeah?” chris said, extremely unenthusiastically.

“you’re half asleep, dude. let me sleep,” jason mumbled.

“yeah, we all know clarisse dragged you here-” suddenly, my blanket was yanked off my body as I muttered a string of curse words. “nooooooo, my lovely and warm blanket-”

a squeal sounded from jason’s side of the room and I sat up on my bed to see him blanket-less as well. satisfied that I wasn’t the only one who was being annoyed by the two lovebirds, I grinned.

“you know, this is the first time you didn’t wake up the second your clock hit 5 in the morning,” I chuckled at jason.

before he could reply, clarisse started ordering us around. “get out of your pyjamas and come around to the dining pavillion for breakfast at 8.”

she glanced at jason’s and mine matching lightning mcqueen pyjamas, and grinned. chris and her walked out, leaving the door open.

“at least close the door,” I mumbled.

we disappeared into our sides of the room to get ready, and met up outside the cabin in 20 minutes.

it was absolutely serene to wake up to an almost-empty camp as it was snowing, with the harpies asleep. a butterfly landed on jason’s nose and I smiled. in that moment, it felt like nothing could disrupt the harmony of the world-

“HEY, WEATHERMAN! oh hello, lovely n/n,” leo skidded to a stop in front of us and grinned.

“morning, princess,” I said. leo and I did our handshake, as jason was still preoccupied with the butterfly.

“dude, how did you not wake up at 5? did your alarm malfunction? I can fix it for ya,” leo commented, looking at jason.

“what, i’m not allowed to wake up late?” he rolled his eyes, and started walking towards breakfast. leo and I followed him, talking about our prank war against the stoll twins and the general ongoings of camp half-blood.

we all take our seats at the hermes cabin’s table since chiron decided we should just sit at the same table because we’re only 40-ish campers, as compared to the usual 150 or more.

jason talks with clarisse for a while as leo and I engage in conversation with connor and travis, as we wait for the food. when everything we could ever want for breakfast turns up in our plates, we collectively get up and make a line to offer some food to the gods. I drop in a portion of my french fries and some vegetables I didn’t want.

“good luck receiving burnt vegetables, my dudes on olympus,” leo said, looking at me dropping some broccoli into the pyre, making me roll my eyes.

as we ate, chiron walked trotted in and took his seat at the head of the table, as mr. d echoed his actions on the other side.

“merry christmas eve, kids,” chiron said. “we have an announcement to make.”

we stopped talking between ourselves and turned towards chiron.

“as you all know, most of our campers have left camp to visit their families for the winter,” chiron said, as we all nodded along.

“and in lieu of the small number of you left in camp, we wanted to let you know that we are giving you pesky kids permission to have a ‘party’ for christmas.” mr. d continued. “and as a bonus, for gods know what reason, chiron asked to send any four of you to the mortal world to buy some decorations, or whatever, and anything else you might need.”

chatter broke out at the news of camp’s first ever christmas party.

“no alcoholic drinks will be permitted, unfortunately,” mr. d remarked sadly, which no one bothered to hear.

by the end of breakfast, we were all talking about the things we’d need for the party, and I began making a list. after an hour of begging, chiron decided that jason, leo, travis, and I (or as mr. d called us: “lee, jackson, tyler, and r/n”) could go to buy decorations and food ingredients. he gave us a few american dollars, and told us to eat something with any remaining money. he also pulled jason and me aside, asking us to look after the other two.

we piled into the camp car with travis driving, and leo beside him. ever the passenger princess, he put on his sunglasses, turned up the radio, and started singing to some pop music.

in about half an hour, we reached a store called 7-eleven (“but why would you name a shopping centre in numbers?” leo had asked us the last time we’d been there) and walked into the store, the sound of the bell resonating behind us.

we split into each of the four aisles for food, use-and-throw cutlery, decorations, and board & card games.

I finished picking out the decorations first and met up with jason, who got lots of food, near the cashier.

“ooh, percy, hazel and nico would’ve loved the cocoa and marshmallows,” I said to jason, peeping into his basket.

“yeah. and frank, will and annie would’ve loved to help you put up all those streamers and everything,” he said.

I realised that it was the first time we were spending christmas without them.

“why do you guys look like someone ran over your favourite stuffed toy? it’s christmas eve, guys! cheer up!” travis said, slapping jason’s back.

leo joined us too, suddenly smacking my shoulder as well, earning himself a glare from jason.

jason and I scanned travis and leo’s baskets to make sure they didn’t get anything extra. satisfied, jason grabbed all four baskets and made small talk with the cashier about a football game till the billing finished.

“shotgun!” leo called, as soon as we got our receipt, and he ran away along with travis to get into the car. I chuckled and took two of the four bags from jason.

from the store, we drove to a cafe for some coffee and bagels before getting back to camp.

timeskip

by half past 10, the hecate, tyche, hebe, hypnos, hera, poseidon, and hephaestus cabins had all the decorations set up, while the athena, demeter, nike, iris, and hades cabins whipped up the foods. the remaining cabins (ares, apollo, artemis, zeus, hermes, nemesis, aphrodite, and dionysus) set up the various games and logs for the campfire. chiron and mr. d chopped and dragged a tree from the woods to decorate.

we began settling down in a circle around the campfire with the decorated and well-lit christmas tree to one side. the apollo kids began singing, and the hermes kids put on their own version of a musical they called ‘hamilton’.

games were played and christmas carols were sung until we felt sleepy, and the chirping of the crickets increased. I was on my fourth cup of hot chocolate (jason said it wasn’t healthy, but whatever) and fifth packet of mini marshmallows, while leo was… passed out beside me from way more than just five cups of hot chocolate and lots of candy. typical leo valdez sugar crash.

“ay, mon amour,” I laughed at him.

beside me, jason was smiling warmly at the fire. his face was glowing in the harsh light of the campfire, making him look every part thalia’s brother.

I was a few months younger than jason, but I was at camp before he stumbled in. thalia was almost like my blood sister, always taking care of me. at this moment, everything about jason reminded me of the girl I once loved like a sister.

campers’ clocks struck 12, echoing wishes of ‘merry christmas’ throughout the camp.

“merry christmas, n/n,” jason smiled down at me.

“merry christmas, weatherman.”

“N/N!!! mErrY cHriStMaaaaaaaS!-“

“merry christmas, your honour, bad boy supreme,” I laughed at leo.

getting up from our spots on the mattresses around the campfire, everyone made their way into the hermes cabin. they had the biggest beds, and we’d all gotten our cabin’s heaters into one for more warmth.

the stolls fell onto the bed first, followed by around 10-12 campers, jason, leo and me. everyone readjusted themselves to comfort, and we were all falling asleep.

in the morning, I wouldn’t have anyone to share a miraculous christmas kiss with, but I will have many hugs to give to the boys I loved like my own brothers, and that would be enough for me any day.

bonus!

“i’m not crying, you are,” chiron said, wiping a stray tear away, looking at the huge cuddle pile in the hermes cabin. “my babies!”

mr. d scoffed at him.

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[gladiatorcunt]

u kept talking about clark so i googled him NOW WHY THE FUCK does he look exactly like one of my profs with significantly less muscle and less hair… i’m never gonna be able to sit in class the same way

ALSNSKSKKSJSN yeah he’s been my bf for years. but um just letting you know that for an extremely urelated reason i will be flying to u and scouring the country for this man, just to like, see him 😊

(me and u trying to live with this information)