#Leo Valdez fanfic

[poppitron360]

100% not thinking about how Jason spent months looking for Leo after the explosion and never stopped believing he was out there while knowing full well that NOBODY looked for him when he went missing from Camp Jupiter.

[loverangels]

Hello! I hope your day is going well so far, can you please do cuddle headcanons for Luke Castellan and or Leo Valdez please? Thank you so much and have a great rest of your day! 🩵☺️

CUDDLING HEADCANONS! ˎˊ˗.˚ ᡣ𐭩

LUKE CASTELLAN-

-big spoon energy: luke would totally have you all smashed up and wrapped up in his arms

-making sure you're all enveloped in his chest, inhaling his musky scent

-or tucking you under his chin/ wrapping himself around you like a shield.

-constant contact: he'd whisper incoherent mumblings in your ears like 'my darling girl' pressing kisses on your hairline when he knows you're dead asleep because you'd totally tease him about how soft he is

-he loves it when your fingers are absent mindedly running over his scar and goes crazy when he feels your hand running along his jaw

-places: Luke could be cuddling with you anywhere. It could be leaning against a tree you tucked into his side- he could make any space work he's just adaptable like that.

LEO VALDEZ-

- he's 100% fidgety and cannot stay still. He hands will be up your shirt along your back, playing with your rings

- he is the most clingiest thing ever. He clings to you like hiz life depends on it and if you have plans to move any time soon you better cancel them because he's not letting you move anywhere

-leo constantly complimenting you. This would be his thing. Sweet things like 'how did I get so lucky' or 'you're like my favourite person, don't tell festus tho' (spoiler alert you do)

-self explanatory but leo would be your personal heater. It could be during a stormy rainy day, or when your on you period, or even when it's mid July and you're sweating like no other but he won't budge.

[pumpkinbxtch]

HEYY!! I was wondering if you could do a Leo Valdez x fem Poseidon reader blurb with some smut but fluff in it. It’s the two on the beach and fem reader is just playing in the water and stumbles across a baby sea turtle and just has a conversation but after it’s just her and Leo hanging out together and going back to the Poseidon cabin(Percy isn’t home yet) and they have a quickie and makeout but Percy just walks in on them making out in her bed.. and after a few days Leo would rub it in Percy’s face as a joke.

“𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞! ”

��� leo valdez x f!daughter of poseidon!reader

warnings; recommended for +18, smut and nsfw things happening.

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tags; fingering, language, unprotected sex, fluff, some cringy things, sex jokes. a/n; I think I did better on this one! thanks for your request.

— Really? Oh no, but she was your friend!

The more the conversation went on, the less Leo understood what you were talking about with that turtle. In fact, he didn't even know you could talk to turtles, but the way your breasts looked in that swimsuit when you bent over was enough reason to keep watching while pretending to be interested.

You stood up slightly, and the sand stuck to your legs made him want to brush it off himself, grain by grain, just to be closer to you, or even inside you. Leo cleared his throat and tried to distract himself to avoid those thoughts, not necessarily because he felt bad having them, but because, what was worse than imagining it and not being able to have it right then? Because you kept talking to the damn turtle.

Ten minutes that felt like an hour passed, and he was getting more and more impatient to get you inside until he finally saw the oviparous creature head back to the sea. With a smile that looked more like a grimace of discomfort, Leo stood up and took you by the waist with a familiar expression on his face.

— How about we go inside? — he offered, his hands sliding down your back covered by the still slightly wet swimsuit. Your eyes curiously searched his, and seeing the way he looked at you and the warmth radiating from his body, you raised an eyebrow slightly.

— For something special, Valdez? — you teased, and he smirked sarcastically while intertwining his fingers with yours as he began to drag you to cabin three. — But, what about Percy? Uh– he could show up any moment — you stammered, and Leo turned around to carry you bridal style to avoid you stepping on anything dangerous with your bare feet.

— It'll be... quick — he murmured in your ear, and you squeezed your thighs at the hungry tone of his voice.

Quick as lightning, he pulled down the curtains, locked the door, and lifted you onto the dresser, not stopping kissing your salty skin. Anywhere your skin was exposed, he tried to leave a kiss or a bite.

He pulled you close to his body, and you moaned feeling his hardness against the lower part of your stomach, the thought of doing it this way had you too turned on. The adrenaline had you captive, and Leo was gripped by it. His hands roamed your body, and with a slap to your pussy, your breath hitched. He hummed and struggled with the elastic fabric that covered you to touch you. When he finally managed, he smiled while kissing the curve between your jaw and neck.

— It's always wet in the ocean, isn't it, babe? — his deep voice drew an unthinking whimper from you, followed by more as Leo played with your folds, making wet, slippery sounds that made you lift your hips involuntarily.

— Uh, Leo... — you moaned as he slid a finger into your pussy without warning, still kissing your neck. You impatiently wrapped your hands around him, holding on as he thrust into you, your legs trying to close until he had to place a leg between yours to keep them open.

Your juices ran down his hand, and as he felt you getting closer, he had to stop, drawing a whine from you. He gave you sweet kisses on your cheeks.

— Sorry, mi amor, but I need to feel you inside. Do you want that? — the last part came out as more of a plea, and you understood, seeing the sun setting. Dinner would be soon, and they'd wonder where you were, not to mention some of your stuff was still on the beach. With the same need he seemed to have, you nodded frantically. He roughly pulled you off the wooden dresser, turning you around to face the mirror on the bureau.

In the reflection, you saw Leo with darker-than-usual eyes and a cocky grin, noticing the blush on your cheeks at the sight of you both, hot and bothered. That tightened your walls, and you felt his long hands pushing you to lean on your forearms while nibbling your ear.

— Babe... — he purred in your ear, not taking his eyes off your figure.

One hand started pulling down a strap of your swimsuit while the other massaged your clit over the increasingly annoying fabric. Leo kissed your shoulder, quickly pulling down the other part of your swimsuit to free your breasts. He growled at the sight of your erect nipples and the remaining grains of sand on your body. If he had more time, he would have brushed them off one by one with you lying on the bed, but you were on a fast track.

— That's better — he said, pinching one of your nipples, making you lift your ass towards him, rubbing against his aching dick, already melting to be inside you.

— Damn, this damn swimsuit works wonders for your body — he mumbled, dragging the words as he pumped his dick, barely touching your ass, making you more impatient. His fingers pulled the blue fabric aside again, rubbing your entrance with his pre-cum covered tip.

— Damn, Leo, didn't you say you were in a hurry? — you complained as your hips sought deeper contact. Leo loved to tease and take his time, but you were right, time was short. He buried his length inside you, pounding his hips against yours with no delicacy.

Your velvety walls took him so well he thought he might come right then, but he tried to hold on a bit longer, watching his dick disappear inside you and the way your tits bounced with each thrust. He was on the edge.

— Uh, damn. You squeeze me so good — he growled, leaning more onto your back to get deeper. You stifled a moan, sobbing with your mouth open and eyes glassy, focused on your boyfriend, only making you want him deeper. You were close, babbling nonsense that only encouraged Leo to increase his thrusts.

— Oh, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck me.

— That's what I'm doing, babydoll.

Even in the middle of the moment, he always found a way to be funny. But when you lifted your hips higher, your pussy tightening around him, he was about to see heaven. Your release started dripping down your thighs and his shaft. With that, he painted your insides with his cum, pressing your body tightly against his, as if he wanted you to be one.

The horn signaling it was almost time for dinner sounded, and with breathless lungs, Leo found a bit of air to sigh with a tight smile against your back. Before slipping out of you, he kissed you.

You stifled a small whimper at the emptiness, and your boyfriend smiled tenderly, hugging and turning you to face him again.

— You're so damn hot — he said, kissing you and slowly covering you back with your swimsuit while gently kissing your cheeks and nose. You giggled, and he led you to your bed to sit on his lap.

— We don't have much time but — he kissed you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, making it easier for him to hold your hips. — I adore you.

You smiled, and he kissed you again until the door burst open, making you jump.

It was Percy, his expression changing from a frown to shock and then anger.

— LEO!

— Bro, at least you came when I already had my shorts on.

A yell echoed through the entire camp, and everyone knew Percy Jackson had arrived.

— Want some honey on those pancakes? — Leo asked the son of Poseidon genuinely while holding the jar with a raised eyebrow.

— I don't want anything from you — Percy said sourly, with a twisted smile. Leo grinned, seeing what this was about.

— Maybe a nephew, then.

— YOU!

[gay-dorito-dust]

Percy effortlessly smells like sea salt, or the ocean and the natural smells that emitted from the canoe lake in camp, given with how often he dips into it whenever he felt bored or just wanted to for the sake of wanting to during bouts of boredom. It was comforting to you that whenever you smelt the familiar smell of sea salt, the sea or the canoe lake in general you’d smile and think of Percy and those sea green eyes of his. So much so that you’d find yourself standing still, smiling softly to yourself as you allowed yourself to indulge yourself in the smells that you’ve come to associate with your beautiful Percy.

It also didn’t help that even his cabin, which naturally smelt like the ocean and sea salt and anything sea related, only made you yearn for Percy even more as you laid down on his bed and end up falling asleep there before being woken up by a smirking Percy looming over you. You’d even snoop through his clothes just to get to his hoodie and bury yourself in it as the smell of sea salt that clung to him like second skin -despite the glaring fact that he miraculously stays perfectly dry after a hours long dive in the lake- and find yourself revealing in the comfort it gives you, knowing that Percy was just within reach even if he didn’t feel like it, he was always there all you had to do was call upon him and he’d come running.

Always and without hesitation, for you were always a top priority for him, nothing else mattered to Percy more than your safety and comfortability and he’s do anything to achieve it however he could.

Luke’s smell changed frequently so you could never pinpoint what exactly was his primary scent, but you could confidently say that Luke’s smell was like an hidden secret. A unsaid promise for a future that would never come to fruition, he smelt like how you imagined a man with a grudge against the Greek pantheon, he smelt bittersweet like grapefruit and coffee and cranberries; but more so in a way that he was enticing others to get in closer to him, and all before they could realised why they could smell a bitter undertone of the sweet scent that initially drew them in the first place.

Yet you didn’t mind the bittersweet smell, if anything you’d much rather have him smell as closely to his true self as possible, being a child of Hermes left him without an distinct smell in comparison to the other Demi gods. Sure they could smell like a fresh breeze, early morning dew and or even the smell of trickery, which in itself smelt bittersweet and almost biting as though like a double edge sword made to hurt both demigods and gods alike.

Despite the fact they you shouldn’t feel as safe and secure within his presence like you did, but you couldn’t help but be drawn by his charismatic personality and natural confidence that came to him as easy as breathing, it was hard to not listen to his speak when he spoke words that would gain him the most attention and respect from others. Yet he holds you like you were about to be taken away from him, his grip tightened each night the more you sneaked into the Hermes cabin per his insistence, you burrow your head into his chest and inhale the bittersweet scent happily as you ofter him comfort for his terrors.

Little did you know that you’ll soon come to hate the smell of anything bittersweet as you reflect on how you, much like everyone else, didn’t see this coming while nursing a broken heart while clutching the sweatshirt he left behind tightly between your hands.

Leo smelt like home, he felt like a comforting warmth that coddled you and kept you safe and loved. He also smelt like the projects that he worked on within the Hephaestus cabin, like oil, smelted metals amongst many other things that only made Leo himself in your eyes. His warmth kept you safe from the cold as his hands intertwined with yours, palms kissing as you were pressed up to each other’s sides to soothe the need to be close to one another.

You didn’t think you’d ever find the smell of oil and wielded metal as appealing before meeting Leo, but now you couldn’t help but burry your head into his shoulder and breath in the smells common with the Hephaestus cabin, humming in delight as you found yourself melting further into Leo’s embrace much to his amusement. ��I thought you didn’t like the smell of smelting metals and oils and the lot, what changed?’ He’d ask curiously as his smile softened at how adamant you were in letting him go.

‘You.’ Was all you said as you felt him press a kiss to your head, holding you tighter against him as you tried to borrow yourself further into his embraced, finding more comfort and welcoming in Leo’s warm arms more then you’ve ever had elsewhere. Leo nuzzled his face into your head to hide the beaming smile that threatened to split his face into half, wondering what he did to have been blessed with you -his home- pressed up against him as though you weren’t close enough for your liking. Leo left you restless but in the best ways as it feels as though your soul was desperate to come into contact with his own. Almost as though it had finally found the second half of it after so, so long.

[aphroditeinthesea]

“ r-o-c-k me ”

leo valdez x dionysus!reader

⚠️ p in v, swearing

i love writing smut

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The party was booming. It was hosted by the Dionysus cabin, so of course it would be. Everyone was out drinking and dancing, but here you were. Where you always wound up at these parties.

Leo’s lips on your neck, his hands on your hips, while you nearly banged your head against behind you. As he sucked on your neck, leaving marks, your arms tightened around his shoulders.

“Leo, we need,” you tried to be reasonable, you really did, “to get, back,” but it’s really hard, “to the party.” Although it’s hard to do what your brain knows you should when he’s pulling your hips harder and harder against his.

He left a few pecks, “I know,” he moved up to hold eye contact with you, “but do you want to, mi amor?”

You whimpered under his sugar brown eyes, “no.”

He smiled so wide in the reveal of his canines, “me neither.”

Your leg draped around his waist, causing your skirt to hitch up. Now the only thing holding you together was the cotton white panties you had chosen. The buckle of his belt was dangerously igniting a flame agost you.

His abuse of your neck continued while his fingers lingered up your shirt. When his hands collided with fabric, he groaned.

“Bra?”

“This shirt is thin, I wasn't going braless,” you responded.

“For me?” He pouted with puppy dog eyes.

You laughed, “you're a big boy, you can do it.”

He smirked, “big boy.”

“You know what I mean, loser.”

He begrudgingly found the clasp and with a few missed attempts, it was finally sliding off of your body through your sleeve.

“Fuck, I love when you do that,” he muttered, pulling you in to press your lips together again.

You, however, reached down to begin undoing his belt. Which made you slightly understand his struggle with the bra. Alas, you got it undone as you pulled away from the kiss.

“Fuck me,” you whispered, “fast.”

He nodded, “yeah, fuck, yes.” He began sliding your panties down your leg, with your help of awkwardly maneuvering your legs. He tried to pocket them, but you grabbed them, proceeding to shove them in his mouth.

“You get noisy.”

He mumbled something along the lines of “you're going to kill me.”

You just smiled, finishing the task of unzipping his pants and pulling them down just enough so you could pull out his dick from his boxers.

You brushed your fingers along the flesh through the fabric, earning a gasp out of the boy. He spat the fabric out of his mouth and leaned his forehead against yours.

“Don't do this to me,” he whined as his hips bucked from your touch.

You smirked, looking up at him, “well, only if you ask nicely.”

His eyebrows pinched together, “please, mi amor.”

You pulled down his boxers, his hardon jumping out at you. His freehand reached down to press the tip at your entrance.

“Tell me when,”

“Now.”

He obliged, slowly interesting himself into you. You bit your lip to hide any sounds of relief but he deeply sighed when he finally bottomed out. For just a second, everything was still. Just two bodies acting as one as breaths of air were shared. He leaned down his head to press a few kisses on your neck, just then you whispered right into his ear, “go,” as you took his earlobe between your teeth.

He commanded, much like a dog. He pulled out of you nearly all the way before pushing himself back in. Your head involuntarily threw back against the wall as quiet winces made their way out of your mouth.

He slowly repeated the action a few times, until you finally looked at him and said, “if you don't speed up, I’m going to kill you.”

And there he went. The sounds produced were so, well, lewd. The quiet sighs and groans mixed with the squelching sounds of your dripping hole. It was doing all the more to bring your orgasm closer.

With every thrust, you could feel his balls slap by the bottom of your ass, reminding you how you wanted to feel every inch of him. You tighten your grip on him, you lean down against his shoulder, biting his skin.

He groaned at the pain but didn't say much as you quickly ran your tongue over the mark.

“I’m close, baby,” he mumbled, his rutting turning messy.

“Me too,” you whispered between hasps. You reached one of your hands down to toy with your clit, only getting you even closer.

“I’m gonna,”

“Inside.”

“What?”

“Inside, I wanna feel you cum in me,” you spoke, your haze of lust overfilling any sensical thought.

“Seriously?”

“Yes, please,” you begged, “Leo, please.”

With just a couple more messy thrusts, you felt the warm liquid fill your hole.

“Fuck, Leo,” you quickened the pace on your clit as he fucked you all through his high, making sure you were to finish. With your eyes pinched shut, and his name falling from your lips like you were chanting a curse, you felt yourself release.

Your sweaty bodies clung together as the toe of you tried to catch your breaths. You felt a twitch inside you, realizing he was still in there. You let out a whimper from how sensitive you were as he finally pulled out.

He watched as your mixed juices dripped down out of your hole, little droplets landing on the hardwood floor. “That's so hot.”

You giggled, pulling him close to you again.

“Should we get back?”

You shrugged, “I don't think anyone would miss us if we were gone for another twenty minutes

[waitingonher]

ALL DA LADIES LUV LEO! — [leo valdez dating headcanons]

author's note: i am ladies. where's my irl leo...wtf.

you and LEO VALDEZ are the definition of “if you do it, i’ll do it.” (a VERY common phrase in your relationship)

istg this guy is down to do ANYTHING. you wanna play dress-up and do his makeup? go ahead. you wanna participate in some cheesy couple trend? of course! he’d do anything to make you happy <3 (even if it means ruining his dignity) 

leo has so much love for you, and he is NOT afraid to show it. he for sure owns a million different variations of the “i ❤️my girlfriend” tee-shirt. he’s worn them so much that even chiron and mr. d stopped pestering him for not wearing the chb shirt 😭 

y’know that one topic you could talk about for hours on end? yeah, well you’re the topic leo could talk about for hours on end. you always feel bad for the unfortunate new camper who decides to ask “who’s on your shirt?” it always ends in them making an excuse to get out of the conversation. 

some may say he’s obsessed…i just call it the bare minimum!! 🤗

leo absolutely LIVES for your little gossip sessions. he’s not one of those bf’s who will try to give actual advice on how to handle the situation,, he’s the type to fully shit talk the person with you 😭 you guys are literally the “she’s also ugly…” audio and i know for a fact you guys have made a video using it LMFAO

he also has the entire timeline memorized. he could tell you exactly what month, what day, and what time so and so wronged you if you asked 😭 leo’s absolutely invested and will ask for updates every so often. 

considering how leo spends so much of his time in bunker 9, it’s almost your second home at this point. you can’t even begin to count how many times you’ve fallen asleep sitting with him as he’s worked on a project. but leo always carries you to bed! there’s no way he could allow his girlfriend to wake up with a sore neck! 

speaking of bunker 9, leo keeps a bulletin board full of photos with you and all your friends next to his workbench! when working on a particularly hard project, he’ll look over at the photos for some motivation. 

there’s nothing better than successfully convincing leo to come to bed, especially during those cold winter nights. he’s basically a big heater that can walk and talk. and leo’s super duper big on cuddling so it’s even better. why invest in a heater when you have him? 

LMFAO it’s so funny when it’s summer and he’s basically on his knees begging for cuddles 😭 it’s only then that he curses his strangely high body temperature.  

i also think it’s canon that leo’s a good cook…?? so you’re always eating good with him!! he just loves seeing your reaction to his food, especially when it’s your cultural food. leo knows how important it is to you and to know he could provide some semblance of what you grew up with, it makes him beyond happy. 

when you give him hugs from behind while he’s cooking >>> 

he melts every single time.

omg. breakfast in bed with leo. him shirtless wearing an apron that says “kiss the cook” while bringing you a plate with all your favorite breakfast foods <33 

pda king 🙏🙏 he loves pda, but not in the gross, obnoxious way. leo’s obviously smart enough to know when it’s the right time and place. 

he’s also really big on “splitting the pole” LMFAO 😭 if you’re walking down the street and a street sign is in the way he will literally pull you to his side while screaming, “don’t split the pole!” babes…it’s not that serious 🤒

his love languages are words of affirmations and acts of service. there’s nothing better than coming home to cuddle with you as you whisper sweet nothings into his ear after a long day. he really values all your thoughts and opinions, so it means so much to him when you say these things. 

when it comes to you, leo’s so incredibly supportive with everything you do. the minute you even slightly hint about picking up a new hobby, he’s already encouraging you to do it. 

he gets so upset when he gets those “these initials are soulmates” videos and your initials aren’t together 😭 one time you woke up to an entire essay-length text from him explaining why you two are extremely compatible in response to a video that said “these initials aren’t compatible” 

leo’s VERY attentive, especially when it comes to you. at this point, it’s like he knows you better than you know yourself. he always knows what you’re gonna say simply by your reaction. his brain literally goes “oh her right eyebrow raised slightly, i think she likes it!” and he ends up being right too.. 😭

or when he goes shopping without you and he sees something he thinks you’d like, and it ends up being something you’ve been wanting for the past few weeks?? at this point he might be reading your mind…

this also makes him the best gift giver ever! it could’ve been something you barely mentioned before bed, but he made a point to remember it and surprises you with it. 

he also likes to make you little gadgets that you never would’ve even thought of but are so helpful. one day you walk into your bathroom and leo’s sitting there polishing his newest project, and he tells you it’s a towel heater he made for you??? 

leo absolutely loves your family and will do everything in his power to build a close relationship with them. he knows how happy it makes you and he also just genuinely enjoys their company too! ooh and if you have siblings, especially if they’re younger, he just adores them to death…UGH he’s so so good with kids. 

whenever he buys you flowers, he also buys some for your mom too!! and considering his mechanic skills, he loves to work with your dad with his car/whatever needs fixing around the house  😭😭 your parents basically treat him like their own son and leo feels so incredibly lucky to have you guys in his life. 

this guy’s your #1 hype man + your personal tripod. when he’s taking your picture he’s literally screaming compliments behind the camera while suggesting poses for you to do 😭 he’s just so silly like that! and then when you post it, he’s up in the comments like “i took these where’s my credit  🤨🤨” 

you guys are at each other’s cabins so often that no one’s ever fazed when you’re at the door. they’re just like “who’s at the door?” “just y/n again.” 

and his siblings absolutely love you to death. they see how happy you make him and they love you for it. but they’re also strangely protective of you too. when you and leo get into those rare arguments they’re always like “what’d you do this time  🤨?” to him LMAO 

ugh but your younger siblings and his younger siblings all look up to you guys like you’re the pinnacle of love. it’s genuinely so sweet,, they always talk about how they want a relationship like you two when they’re older 

dancing in the refrigerator light but in bunker 9 under his workbench light.

i like to believe that leo always has music playing when he works, so when a good dancing song comes on, he’ll drop whatever he’s doing to dance with you. 

sometimes it’ll be a song where you guys are just silently slow dancing together or it’s a song that has you two jumping up and down going crazy. the duality of his playlist! 

i just KNOW that at some point in your relationship, leo makes you a promise ring gjkdslfsl and i bet the stone has some sort of significance to you guys.

sometimes when you can’t wear it on your finger, you’ll string it onto your chb necklace and he just gets so giddy knowing that you care that much about it 😣

SPEAKING THROUGH MORSE CODE WITH HIM?? specifically when you’re in bed, both are too tired to talk, so you feel him tap “i love you” against your skin and you send the message back. 

can we all collectively agree that leo is like the most perfect boyfriend ever?? 😍😍 thanks!

[bvrnesher]

Hii! I loved your Spiderman!Leo

Can i have a First Time with Leo Valdez x reader where he's insecure about his body but the reader is also insecure about hers so they both reassure each other. Just a cute, angsty, smutty moment with an established relationship.

Thank you <3

❝ warmth in the flame ❞ ― leo valdez !

tap here for chb masterlist ! here for reqs info

warnings: smut. piv. praise. leo & reader first time. body insecuritie & self-image issues. mention of scars and burns. negative body talk. mildly crying/emotional release during sex. oral, fem receiving. just leo being a sweetheart.

— ✦ leo valdez ! fem. reader

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𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗜𝗡, 𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗨𝗧. One. Two. Three.

You opened the door to Leo’s cabin carefully, like it might creak too loud or break in your hands. Your steps were slow, quiet, like maybe you weren’t sure you belonged there anymore. Summer was over. Most campers had gone home. Not many stayed behind… and you were one of them.

Leo was sitting on the edge of his bed, fingers buried in his curls, knuckles white from how tightly he was gripping them. The air in the room felt thick, heavy—like it was holding its breath.

You closed the door gently and made your way to him.

“Leo?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

He looked up at you like you’d caught him doing something illegal, even though all he was doing was sitting there, breathing too hard.

“I know we talked about tonight…” he started, voice rough. “And I want to. I do. I just—can I be honest with you?”

You sat next to him, close enough your knees brushed.

“Always.”

He exhaled, shaky, eyes locked on the floor.

“I’ve never done this before. Not just the sex part. I mean… letting someone see me. All of me. The burns, the scars, the weird bits. My chest doesn’t look like other guys’, my stomach isn’t flat. I’m not tall or ripped or smooth like the kind of guy you could probably pull without even trying.”

You rested your hand on his knee.

“Leo…”

But he wasn’t done. Still staring at the floor like it might swallow him whole.

“I know it sounds dumb. I’m supposed to be the funny guy, right? The confident one. But when it’s this… you… I spiral. I keep thinking you’ll see me and instantly regret this whole thing.”

You slid your hand up his thigh, slow and steady.

“Wanna know what I think about when I look in the mirror?” you said, soft. “I think about the way my stomach folds when I sit down. I think about the stretch marks on my thighs, the scars on my arms… all the things I’ve been taught to hide.”

That got his attention. He blinked at you, wide-eyed.

“You? Insecure?”

You nodded.

“All the damn time. But when I’m with you? When you look at me like I invented constellations? I forget. I feel beautiful. Because of you.”

Leo swallowed hard.

“You are beautiful. I’ve never wanted someone so much in my life.”

You leaned in, lips brushing his.

“Then stop running from it.”

You leaned in, closing the distance almost entirely. You didn’t kiss him—not yet. Just let your lips hover there, barely a breath away from his. Hovering. Waiting. Giving him the space to meet you halfway if he wanted to.

And he did.

He closed the gap with a kiss so soft, so nervous it felt brand new. Your eyes fluttered shut and you melted into him just a little, letting it happen. You were terrified—swore your knees might give out at any second—but then Leo’s hand found the back of your neck, fingers gentle as they held you steady, grounding you as he deepened the kiss.

Like an anchor. Like an invitation.

And then he kissed you like you were air and he’d been drowning. Deep. Desperate. A little dizzy. When he gently laid you back on the bed, he paused, breath shaky.

“Can I take this off?” he asked, tugging lightly at your shirt.

You nodded, heart going absolutely feral. He slipped it over your head—and froze.

You weren’t wearing a bra.

Leo swore he could’ve died right then and there and happily floated off to Elysium. Your skin was warm, glowing, smelling like that scent he’d already started to associate with comfort and something dangerously close to home.

His eyes stayed locked on your chest, your ribs, like he was trying to memorize every inch. His fingers, calloused and hesitant, moved across your skin in delicate, unsure patterns—like he was tracing a map he didn’t quite believe was real.

“Holy gods,” he whispered, fingertips gliding down your side. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

He leaned down, leaving a soft kiss at the curve of your neck, then down to your shoulder, his breath stuttering against your skin. He was trembling, just a little.

And then—you gasped.

His mouth had found that spot just below your jaw, the one that made your spine arch slightly. He sucked gently, deliberately, and the sound you made lit him up from the inside out.

You reached for his shirt.

“Your turn.”

He hesitated. You sat up and pressed your lips to one of the burn scars on his shoulder.

“Every inch of you is perfect to me. You don’t have to hide.”

That was all it took. He pulled it off and let you look. And you did. Like he was something sacred. Your fingers explored every inch—every mark, every dip of bone, every piece of him he thought wasn’t good enough. You didn’t look away. He trembled.

When you pulled him back down and wrapped your legs around him, he kissed down your neck, your chest, slow and reverent, like prayer.

“Let me show you,” he whispered. “Let me show you how I see you.”

You gasped when his mouth met your skin. Every kiss was a promise. There was no rush. Just hands and mouths and quiet yeses.

“Can I taste you?” he asked, voice hoarse, eyes dark.

Your brain short-circuited—which was kind of ironic, considering you were currently under Leo’s care. His words made you shiver, and something unfamiliar and electric fluttered low in your stomach.

You nodded, already breathless.

And with a kind of softness you never would’ve expected from someone who literally worked with molten metal for a living, Leo pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose. Then, slowly, his lips began their descent—warm and soft and everywhere.

He kissed your neck. Your throat. Your shoulders. Lower, down your chest, where he lingered, breathing you in like your skin was the sweetest, most addictive scent on Olympus. And to him, it probably was.

His mouth trailed lower, kisses slow and reverent as they danced down to your stomach. All while shaky breaths and quiet, broken sounds tumbled out of you without warning.

Then he reached the waistband of your underwear, and sat back slightly. His hands landed on your knees, a silent question written all over his face.

Your heart stuttered—and after a moment, you started to part your legs, letting him in.

Leo's gaze dropped to your center, the thin white fabric already damp. His breath caught. Carefully, he slipped your panties off, tossing them to some random corner of the bed. It was so fast, you felt heat bloom up your neck. You didn’t need a mirror to know your entire face had gone scarlet.

He, on the other hand, had to bite his lip to keep a groan from slipping out.

Gently, he shifted again, settling between your legs. He took one of them and hooked it over his shoulder—and for a second, you almost pulled away.

“It’s okay…” Leo whispered, voice shaky but sweet. Then, with a crooked little smile, he added, “Trust me, the situation I’ve got going on down there is way worse.”

The way he said it—awkward and nervous and still somehow flirty—made you let out a soft laugh. Your tense body melted just a little.

Leo looked up at you, eyes searching your face for any sign to stop, to slow down, to wait.

You gave him a small nod.

And that was all he needed.

He leaned in again, kissing the insides of your thighs—slow, teasing, maddening kisses that made you tremble. And finally, finally, his lips touched you.

You whimpered when his tongue slid over your folds, and Leo swore the taste alone might kill him in the best way. A low, pleased hum rumbled from his chest, vibrating right against you—and gods, it made you arch.

Every lick and every thing Leo did with his tongue was tentative, sloppy even, like everything Leo did. It felt like Leo was desperate, almost, but could you blame him? You were just as desesperated. Moans and whimpers escaped your lips and Leo's, the new sensations provoking a pleasure you never thought possible.

Leo was listening to this, and, when you moaned his name.... Oh, gods above.

And Leo worshipped you like he’d been starved. His hands gripped your thighs, his mouth moved like he knew exactly how to unravel you, and every sound you made only pushed him deeper into it. He groaned when you arched for him—loved how wrecked you got for him.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered as he kissed his way back up, and you were trembling as he asked, “Let me make love to you.”

Your eyes widened, even more than usual. His chin, nose, and lips were glistening with you, and a mischievous yet soft smile tugged at his lips.

He didn’t even need to ask again, and you didn’t even realize how it happened, but in less than half a second after the question left his lips, yours were on his.

You kissed him with everything—teeth, tongue, the whole deal.

In the middle of it, Leo somehow managed to slide his sweatpants down just enough for his member to spring free, and you broke the kiss, wanting to see.

And there it was, your beloved boyfriend’s dick. Hard, throbbing, his tip leaking a small amount of precum.

He blushed and looked away. Cause, yeah, he was already between your legs, and you were already bare beneath him, but still, a fresh wave of embarrassment hit him.

It wasn’t too small or too big, it was just right. Perfect for you, perfect to take, perfect for all the right things. Just... perfect.

You pulled him closer, lips meeting again, and he got lost in the kiss once more.

When he finally pushed into you, it was slow, careful, like he was learning the shape of you from the inside out. You both gasped—him at the heat, you at the stretch. He stilled, pressing his forehead to yours.

“You okay?”

You nodded, eyes shining.

“Better than okay.”

He moved like he was memorizing you—soft thrusts, hushed praise, his hands holding yours like they were lifelines. Every roll of his hips lit you up from the inside, and the way he looked at you… like you were the only thing he’d ever believed in… it broke you in the best way.

“I love you,” he breathed when you finally shattered beneath him. “Every inch. Every flaw. Every single breath.”

You pulled him close, arms around him, tears slipping out before you could stop them.

“I love you too. Always.”

The two of them lost themselves in the moment, letting themselves go in each other's arms between desperate caresses and needy prayers.

You both needed each other. You both loved each other.

It didn't take you long to feel a wave of pleasure wash over you, moving your world like a hurricane, walls tightening around your boyfriend's inexperienced, unruly cock.

A loud moan left your lips, and poor Leo couldn't help but explode inside your pussy with an embarrassingly shrill moan, his cum filling you in the most delicious way.

He collapsed on top of you, but made sure to keep his weight off you.

A thin layer of sweat clung to both of you as you both trembled, trying to steady your breathing. Leo sighed, exhausted, and let his head rest on your chest, ear pressed close, listening to your heartbeat as it slowly guided his own back to steady.

Afterward, you lay tangled together, skin against skin. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your stomach, his head resting on your chest.

“I didn’t know it could feel like that,” he whispered.

“Neither did I.”

And in that moment, you both found something rare.

Not just love.

But home.

🌻— a/n: OMG, SORRY I TOOK TOO LONG TO WRITE YOUR REQ 😭😭😭 I was damn busy, and probably u don't even remember this, but here u go 😩 'm so sorry

xoxo, s.

[valsverse]

hi valerie!

i have a suggestion for a leo x reader. we all know he would give beautiful little gifts, so how do you think he would react when receiving them? like something artistic and carefully handmade. idk just thought it might me cute lmao

thank you 🩶

𐑺 ˖ ࣪ ࿐ྂ KNICKNACKS | leo valdez x gn!reader hc's [wc: 586]

leo would be so ecstatic omg

he'd handle the small trinket you made for him with so much care and delicacy, you'd think it was made out of glass. and once he was finished admiring your creation, (though, that would take a while.) he'd immediately blurt out a high-pitched "for me??"

he just struggles to comprehend why someone as talented as you would use your creative abilities for him? he's so used to being overlooked that even the thought of being the recipient of your artistry is almost unfathomable. :(

leo would turn your creations over and over in his hands, silently memorizing every detail, as if he's afraid that your work might vanish if he takes his eyes off of it.

and his reaction?? always stays the same?? no matter how long its been?? you'd present your work to him and he'd be so theatrically shocked. like full on gasping and lowkey fighting for his life as if he hadn't expected the gift at all, even though you'd been showering him with your creations for the past month.

but once he gets past that point?? he becomes almost obnoxious about it. 💀 he'd sit in the dining pavilion so proudly, your little knickknack perched right next to him with the full intent of somebody asking him about it JUST so that he could ramble about you.

literally ONE person would bring it up, just to make small conversation, and he'd be like, "oh, THIS?? it was made by MY partner, for ME, by the way. but no big deal, y'know."

waited his entire life for that moment fr.

i completely mean it when i say leo would sweep ALL the belongings from his shelf to showcase even ONE item you made for him in all its glory. front and center. his siblings are so confused.

but if you start regularly gifting him things and blessing him with your artistry on a daily basis? he'll dedicate an entire shelf to your creations. and it's so funny because the rest of his area is so cluttered and disorganized, with random unfinished projects laying around without a second thought, bed not even made, but the shelf above his bunk?? the one with all your creations sitting on it?? it's so neat?? organized and color coded and everything?? it almost looks out of place.

even when you're away on quests, he still admires the creations you've left behind, tenderly cradling them in his hands and running his fingers over every curve and edge, as though you were still with him in the moment. :((

after some time, the gifting thing would turn into running joke between you two. a game of one-upmanship where every gift had to be better than the last. like if you made him a small sculpture out of clay, he would show up at your cabin the next day with a BOUNTY full of creations he made himself, along with a bouquet of flowers that he borrowed with no intention of giving back (stole) from the demeter kids to top it all off. <3

you'd make him one thing and he makes you ten more, he's so whipped.

leo would cherish your gifts so much, like he's almost scared of ruining them. especially if your gift is something that is SUPPOSED to be worn, like a ring of some sort. he'd proudly wear it around camp, obviously, but he'd check on it every few minutes to make sure it hadn't magically vanished from his finger. or worse, broke.

of course, leo knows he could fix it if it became damaged, but it wouldn't be the same. it wouldn't have your charm and artistry, your unique touch that made it so special.

all in all, leo is so enamored with your creativity, but judging by his actions, you probably already knew that.

[reidsglasscs]

just imagining leo valdez & his grumpy!gf. him constantly cracking jokes & making fun of anything & everything just trying to get you to smile & feeling like it’s a major victory each time he gets one. him just wrapping his arms around your shoulders or waist from behind or laying his head on your shoulder or kissing you on the cheek & grinning like a lunatic when he sees the stoicism on your face just melt away. he knows he’s your soft spot, and he abuses his power to no day’s end. also everyone being so surprised when they find out the two of you are dating. & the looks on people’s faces when they see you go from classic rbf to all smiley and pink when he’s around? NEVER gets old. all in all, you’re lovesick for nothing & nobody but him, but he’s always got you beat in the “i love you more” competition.

[crumbledcastle28]

Leo Valdez: Masterlist

Nighttime Blurb

Need

You Didn't Come Back

Destined

You Love Me?

You're Distracting Me *SMUT*

Sorry I'm So Lame

Touch Her Again

Insecure

Because of You

First Time *SMUT*

Always You (Part 1)

Always You (Part 2)

He Is In Love

[thisfeelslike-iykyk]

diary of a leo valdez ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

leo valdez x female!reader backtrack: "pretty u", seventeen inspiration: my desire to have someone love me like this 🥺

day one: the introduction

today I saw the most perfect girl!

okay, I know I say that every time I see a girl, but I think this time is for real. she’s perfect--beautiful and completely out of my league, like usual. I was just walking around camp when she walked by. it was like the actual grass parted to make way for her. she had a golden aura and flower petals were flying around her, illuminating her beauty. I wanted to ask for her number, but then I remembered that demigods aren’t supposed to have phones.

percy noticed me staring at her, I guess. he said something about me taking my shot, that she was single and I might as well try. I don’t know if he was joking or not, but I haven’t stopped thinking about her since I saw her this afternoon. at dinner my fork missed my mouth because I was watching her laugh with her friends. I was sitting on the other side of the pavilion, but I still heard her laugh. it was like twinkling bells.

I asked percy for her name: [name]. the word sounds like magic on my tongue. I’ve gotta talk to her soon. maybe she can drop something and I’ll pick it up for her and she’ll fall in love with me. maybe she’ll trip and I’ll dramatically catch her before she falls. I’ll say something nice--maybe “hey angel, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”--and we’ll fall in love.

okay, I’m getting ahead of myself. the first step to making [name] love me? I’d have to talk to her first.

day two: the failed meeting

leave it to percy to mess up what could’ve been a fairytale romance.

it was better than I could’ve imagined: we were at the arts and crafts station during afternoon free time. I sat as close to [name] as I could, which wasn’t really close because she was sitting with her friends and siblings. a gust of wind blew by--aeolus must’ve liked me today--and a bunch of feathers that [name]’s group was using blew off the table. I jumped out of my seat to pick up a stray feather that had blown to my side of the table. then I tripped over percy’s outstretched foot right in front of everyone.

he swore it wasn’t on purpose. maybe it really wasn’t--percy’s not that big of a jerk--but I was still mad. that was the perfect opportunity to get [name] to notice me. now it’s gone.

day seven: the beginning of something magical

[name] talked to me today!

she didn’t say much--just “excuse me”, because I was blocking her way to the bathroom. but she looked at me! and she smiled a little when she said it!

percy made fun of me relentlessly after that. apparently I had a “dopey smile” on my face. I didn’t even care that he was laughing at me.

this is a new development. she’s finally noticed me.

day twenty: the realization

I think this is serious.

usually after I see a pretty girl, I think about her for a few hours. maybe even a few days if she’s really hot. but now it’s been almost three weeks since I first saw [name], and I still can’t stop thinking about her. she’s talked to me a couple times now, but she still hasn’t paid much attention to me outside of these two-second conversations. she knows my name now--I made sure to tell her--and I’ve made her laugh a few times though, so that’s progress.

I caught myself tapping out her name in morse code today. I do it a lot now, almost as much as I tinker around with my bolts.

day twenty-five: the first big move

I can’t take it anymore.

she’s always on my mind. I can’t think straight when I’m around her. I get this huge smile on my face whenever I think of her. percy’s stopped teasing me; I think he might actually be kind of concerned.

I wrote her a love letter. cheesy, I know, but I didn’t know what else to do. I was originally planning on just going up to her all confident and smoothly ask her out. but when I opened my mouth to hit her with one of my deadly pickup lines, nothing came out. I got more jumpy than usual, and my chest was all warm and fluttery. I was looking at her--gods, her eyes are so pretty--but then it got really hard to keep looking at her, so I looked away. I was painfully aware of myself tinkering with little bolts. she was looking at me with this little smile on her face, as if waiting for me to say something--I had stopped her to talk to her in the first place--but I couldn’t think of what to say. I said something real smart, like “are you the square root of negative one, because you can’t be real.” she looked at me, kinda confused, and I awkwardly slunk away. I’m used to rejection, but this was so much worse.

then I remembered that we’re demigods. [name] probably hadn’t progressed in school to the point where she learned about radicals.

so now here I am with this stupid love letter. I included a little apology for the confusing pickup line. I don’t know how I’ll give it to her. maybe I actually won’t. yeah, that’s probably for the best. this letter is the most serious, most straightforward I’ve been in the last millennia. even though I’m sure by now that she’s a literal angel and probably won’t laugh at me, I don’t want to take any chances. I know what I want to say to her, now it’s just a matter of how I’ll tell her.

day twenty-six: the betrayal (and the win)

I don’t know what in hades’s underpants happened. but [name] got ahold of the letter.

it was percy. it had to have been percy. percy was the only one who knew about my crush.

well, okay, maybe not the only one--apparently everyone in camp knew, even though I hid it really well-- but he’s the only one who’s ever talked to me about it. it had to have been him, there’s no other option.

I’ll have to get him back. but that’ll wait. because [name]--drumroll, please!

she stopped me before breakfast today and asked to talk somewhere in private. I said I’d follow her to the bottom of tartarus. she laughed and led me to the pegasi stables--kind of an odd place, but definitely private.

she was holding the letter in her hands. she said she was really flattered, that my gesture was “really sweet” and nobody had ever done something like this for her. most importantly, she said she liked me too.

now, even though I can be pretty good at talking to girls, I actually don’t have much experience in a relationship--shocking, I know. I’ve had a lot of potential girlfriends before, but nothing’s ever been this serious or gotten this far.

in that moment, I said what might have been the smartest or the dumbest thing in my life: “so are we official now, or do you want me to yell it out to the whole camp?”

she laughed. and next thing I knew, her lips were on my cheek. she pulled away--my face felt hot, and I took a few seconds to make sure I wasn’t actually on fire--and grinned at me. her face was pink too, and she didn’t have makeup on, but she was just about the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

“you’re a dork, leo,” she said. “but you don’t have to tell everyone. I’m pretty sure they already know anyway.”

no idea how that could’ve happened. but it seems like I owe percy jackson a thank you now.

divider by @cafekitsune

taglist: @loveinalocket

[poppitron360]

Hi guys the world is a fucked up place but don’t think about that think about Jason getting Reyna to teach him Spanish so that he can propose to Leo in his own language.

[loverangels]

your too hot boyfriend

pairings: leo valdez x fem!reader

synopsis: in which you're sweating like hell yet your boyfriend stubbornly refuses to move

warnings: slightly suggestive?

'leo!' you whine once again trying to shove away your boyfriend who grumbles and refuses to move.His arms tighten even more around your torso as he buries his face into your chest.

''m not going anywhere hermosa', he mumbles against your chest. Your very sweaty chest. You huff as you try to loosen his grip around you squirming under him.

'leo valdez it is boiling in here and you' you jab him in the back 'are not helping!' Leo whines as you pull his head up by his hair 'cant a man just cuddle with his girlfriend?' he pouts and though you have to admit it is cute the overwhelming sensation of your clothes sticking to your sweaty body is not.

'if you do not move in twenty seconds I'm going to wipe my armpit all over your face' you warn counting down slowly. Leo's head whips up his face distressed and scrunched up in disgust because although he thinks you're the prettiest girl in the world he doesnt doubt what you'd do. Leo sits up before a mischievous grin crawls on his face as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear bringing his face closer to yours.

'if it's so hot why don't we remove some of these layers huh?' he grins as his hand creeps under your t-shirt, thumb teasing over your lacy bra.

Your cheeks warms even more and you blame if on leos warm hands. As you notice Leo attempting at puppy eyes successfully ,you cave in with a sigh. 'fine' not missing the way he smirks as he takes off your shirt.

and you have a feeling his intentions weren't due to the heating atmosphere of the room

[pumpkinbxtch]

Hey!! Could you do aftercare Leo Valdez head cannons please!!

˗ˏˋ leo valdez | aftercare headcanons

☆ radiostar is playin': 1-2-3 by gloria estefan and miami sound machine...!

warnings; allusions to sex, language a/n; hey! you mean my favorite boy? absolutely yes. tags; @green-tea217

Maybe he doesn't look like it to some, but...

he's a total love machine.

he's all smiles afterward, feeling silly with that afterglow vibe he always tries to spread around, and it works.

both literally have that goofy grin while catching your breath.

you feel that love in your stomach and-

stop Let's move on!

yet you still end up drained.

Leo rolls over to see you (with flushed cheeks and sweat on his forehead) and admires how you slowly recover, whispering sweet (but also teasing) things to you.

"That's my girl," "Hmm, you've never looked better, huh?" and he makes you blush, but he also makes you feel loved.

Then he opens his arms and raises an eyebrow, testing the waters to see what you want at that moment.

If you hug him, he'll hold you until you say you want to move, cuddling with you while stroking your hair.

He traces your skin delicately with his index finger.

there are moments when you're drifting off to sleep in his arms, feeling the taps on your bare back in Morse code. "I love you."

"Me too," you respond weakly, smiling against his chest. He grins like a fool.

He also buries his face in the crook of your neck, and you run your fingers through his curls that tickle your jaw.

He looks for you a lot too, in a way to let you know how good he feels with you.

Anyway, if what you want afterward is a bit of privacy to be alone, he'll get up, put on his boxers, and walk to your side of the bed to tuck you in with the sheets.

"I'll be back, mi amor," he says after giving you a kiss on the forehead and brushing your hair away from your face.

That man cooks for you, like REALLY cooks. You know because you smell the pasta cooking in the kitchen from his room.

He checks on you and brings you water a couple of times.

He sits on the edge of his bed and hands you the glass with a beaming smile. When you give it back, he sets it on the nightstand for a moment and asks if you're feeling okay.

"Everything alright?" he whispers sweetly while holding your chin and locking his chocolate eyes with yours.

You nod, and he kisses you.

He tells you the food will be ready soon, then offers to take you to the bathroom so you can shower.

That mf has gotten really strong. He can carry you however he wants, but he does it by throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and runs to the bathroom laughing like a kid.

When you enter, you see he's already placed your towel nearby for you to take, and when you come out to dress, you see he's left your -his- clothes for you to wear.

Before you eat together, he does the same and includes tidying up the room.

he wants you to feel comfortable, happy, and he succeeds.

when he's ready, he hugs you from behind and kisses your neck, you jump when you feel his wet hair but it gives you relief to feel him close.

"Hungry?" he whispers in your ear while gently tightening his embrace and smiling like the damn devil because he's saying it with a double meaning.

"you'll be the death of me, babe" he says because he really can't help but drool over you when you walk around in his clothes.

Both return to bed for a cuddle session and sweet whispers in each other's ears.

he uses his warmth powers for you, which is the best when the weather is cold or rainy.

"You're too good for me," he says and gives you a slow kiss while caressing your cheek.

you enjoy resting on his chest, and he's delighted with it.

You sleep entwined with each other, he's the big spoon, you're the little one.

He lives to see you happy and satisfied, doing it with love and kindness because he's your man.

[spider-ghoul]

I headcannon that leo valdez has glasses

Like not necessarily all the time, i mean he was in and out of foster homes for years, even if he needed them he prob wouldn't have gotten them till camp anyways (and the camp health care system is a buncha 15 year olds..)

So just reading glasses

For when hes tinkering with smaller bits n bobs he wears reading glasses to help him see all the small parts better.

They're like the big black square-y ones (picture the glasses tony gives peter in no way home)

And when hes not wearing them, he fidgets with them!!

Folding and unfolding them, tapping on the lenses, tapping them on his legs, whatever

And really he only wears them when hes working (or sometimes reading) so imagine his partner's (whether its jason or reader or whatever) surprise when they go to see him and there he is bent over some device with glasses!

They just think it's the cutest thing! Especially if they wear glasses too!

Just a thought but it made me giggle

[aphroditeinthesea]

“ lipstick on your face (so it goes) ”

leo valdez x female!reader 🔨

leo realizes the power of makeup

⚠️ makeout, slightly spicy

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

“Can I do your makeup?”

He looked up at her from what he was currently working on, “what?”

“Come on,” she frustratedly threw her head back, “I’m bored and you’re pretty.”

He smirked, “I am pretty,” he sighed as he stretched out his arms.

She raised her eyebrow, leaning closer to him from the chair she was sitting on, “so you’ll let me?”

He stayed silent for a minute. He looked away, then back at her.

“No one else will see it!”

“My siblings-“

“I love you.”

“Why would you say that?!” He laughed. He slid his hands down his face, “you can do my makeup,” he finally caved in.

Her smile grew, “I’ll be right back,” and with that, she pecked his lips before running out the door.

Minutes later, she came back holding a pink sparkly bag, that Leo could only compare to a lunchbox. She placed the bag on the table next to his tools.

“I‘ll start with concealer,” she began, grabbing a small bottle that was so not his shade.

“Babe,” he laughed, “I don’t think that’ll work.”

She rolled her eyes, placing dots under each of his eyes, “you’ll live.” She grabbed an eyeshadow palette next. As she opened it, he swore it smelled like vanilla frosting, “what color do you want?”

He glanced at the palette, “f/c,” he answered, looking back at her again. Did he really care for that color? Not until he met her.

“You’re not just saying that?”

“You love that color and I love you, so it’s perfect,” he smiled.

She felt her heartbeat slightly pick up speed as she watched his lips. She grabbed the brush, blending the color onto his eyelid. She tightly held onto his jaw to make sure he didn’t move.

She stood back, tilting her head as though she were examining a painting. She nodded to herself before taking out a black tube.

“No way.”

She giggled, “what? Are you scared?”

He shook his head, “I just know you don’t have the steadiest hands.”

“You can trust me,” she tried to convince him. She opened the tube and straddled his lap to get a better view of his eye, “it would, you know, accentuate your already amazing eye shape.”

He held onto her hips to steady her, “you need to stop flattering me,” he joked.

She bit her lip as she smiled. She leaned into him, beginning to brush the liner onto his eye.

He couldn’t help but pay all his attention to her bubblegum scented breath fanning his face. His eyes twitched slightly, but he overall was too distracted by trying not just throw her onto the table and kiss her lips right then and there.

She screwed the cap back onto the eyeliner, placing it back in the bag, “that’s all done at least,” she turned back to her boyfriend and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Is that all?” He questioned as his thumbs traced circles on her hips.

She paused for a minute, “one more thing.” She leaned back, pulling out a lip gloss. He puckered his lips as he thought she was about apply it to him. But instead, she glossed her own lips before putting the gloss away.

Before he had a chance to question her, his lips were taken over by the warmth of her own. He fell into the kiss as his eyes closed. He could feel the stickiness of the gloss being transferred to his mouth but he couldn’t have cared less, because all he cared about right now was pulling her as close to him as possible. His hands traveled down her body which made her press further into him.

She took her lips away for only a second so she could whisper, “you really are pretty,” she moved a stray strand of hair out of his face.

He laughed, “I know.”

“Shut up,” she added before leaning into another kiss. That was when Leo knew he would be asking her to do his makeup a lot more often.