#leo valdez x apollo reader

[spider-ghoul]

ok but like leo valdez x cabin 7! Reader??? Im a sucker for the engineer x artit dynamic tbh♥️

Fire trope actually thanks for the req!

Leo valdez x apollo!artist!reader

R is gender neutral btw!!!

Cw's: none i think? Let me know if i need to add them!

Okay so friends to loves to the MAX with this one guys

Leos such a friends to lover guy in general btw

Anways cough cough..

Leo likes drawing, really! He has had to make sketches for projects from the argo 2 to blue prints for smaller projects

Though he does like it...he was never the best.

Eventually, he needed to draw something to scale... Which he wasn't great with.

He ended up asking around, and got pointed to You To help him!

He'd flirted with talked to you a few times before, and thought you were cool enough so...he asked for your help!

You ended up going to bunker nine with him, and sketching out a few parts for him

He watched you draw (hes memorized by how you can just...make somthing like that)

(if you get anxious being watched drawing me too, but and Leo probably wouldnt notice unless you asked him)

When you were done, he was all smiles because thats so cool- hello???

And you ask him if anything needs tweaked, and he says no, but is already flirting with you again

You insist on staying for a bit because, 'i already helped...cant I stay to see the finished product?'

And hes insanely happy about this

Someone cute to keep him company?? Yessir.

And you watch him work (you're memorized because how can he just...make somthing like that??)

He talks to you when he works (dropping the flirting a bit)

You guys end up getting along really well!

You're there for an hour or two, and you're super excited when it's done

Then, you start hanging out more

Mostly, you sitting down on some couch in bunker nine with your sketchbook and him making stuff on a workbench a few feet away

Talking, goofing, flirting..

At some point, doodling Leo became a very common pass time when you were with him

The 'to lovers' part of your friendship was so natural with him-

You both had such heart eyes and its pretty obvious so however you guys get together is just so normal (and fluffy)

Once you guys start dating.... Its pretty great

Again, hanging with him can be quiet flirting in bunker nine or laying with him and mumbling bad jokes

But it can also be sitting with him at the campfire, laughing with his friends or casual dates, all full of laughter and eyerolls

Ive mentioned this in my other works for him bit hes so clingy-

Tugging on your belt loops, putting his head on your shoulder, hand on your thigh, kisses on your cheeks

You've also made him show you some of his drawings, and you giggle because they look kinda funky

He does eventually get better at drawings, though you always do the blueprints for his projects

[xoxochb]

“my daughter is completely fine!”

ma’am your daughter has to read fanfics about fictional characters just to maintain a healthy mental state

[pumpkinbxtch]

— sorry i curved you (i'm not)∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° headcanons

how HoO boys reject a person who tries to flirt with them ft. apollo

who's here: leo valdez, percy jackson, frank zhang, jason grace & apollo / lester

warnings: well, it implies that the reader is female and language.

a/n: heyooo, its friday of headcanons yummy.

— leo valdez:

— leavin' my hot girlfriend for you?, hell nah.

He's speechless. yeah he is a flirtatious boy, yes, but when he is so in love with you, committed to you, literally nothing else exists. The moment another person tells him or hints at him, he will tell them a joke and is probably the one who takes a sip of a non-existent drink and then leaves laughing (like, out of pity).

— frank zhang:

— uhm, i'm taken, like... seriously taken.

Frank is sweet, we all know that, but when they make that kind of mistake, they're dead to him. At that moment he leaves without tell more, talking with themselves. Frank will probably be embarrassed but for him you are the only one and he thinks he is yours so bye.

— percy jackson:

— wha- what do you mean? brooooo, buu. shoo-shoo, or whatever. I'M MARRIEEEEED.

This man is literally loyalty walking. He would never let someone else in if they tried to flirt with him. For that he would have to realize that they are doing it and surely Percy is too distracted for that.

— jason grace:

— i have wife.

No more comments. That man already imagined you a entire life so If another person pounces on him, he is one of those who steps aside and lets the other person fall flat. Unapologetically, like: "You brought it on yourself for thinking that I'm going to move on from the love of my life"

— apollo / lester

— You would look better under a mountain than actin' shitty. I make a few calls and you could be.

Being Lester, he'll probably step back all blushing and walk away. He feels sorry for someone noticing him but in the end he knows that the only person who matters to him is you.

Being Apollo, he will surely do the same but without looking so pathetic. He leaves and laughs in denial like "ah ah, my lady is mine and I'm hers. I already swore it." Also, if they try again he will use them like his horses' shoes.

[bvrnesher]

'so... you're cabin 7?' yes, sir, cabin 7

my ver. 🗣️

[pjofancalledbelle]

With the announcement of season 3 can I just say if they cast a man over 30 for Apollo ima tweak. IN THE BOOK IT LITRO SAYS HE LOOKS AROUND 18. So yeah. I'm very passionate about Apollo casting. He needs to be young, fit and stunning. The pettiest man out there please.

Anyway so excited.

[pjomakesyourkidsgay]

. . . leo valdez

˖°𓇼 bf!leo absolutely ends up being an accidental romantic. bf!leo who doesn't really care that it's valentines day, specifically, but he just really likes to spend time with you and make you happy. bf!leo who cracks annoying jokes and calls you weird terms of endearment like "cute little chicken mcnugget" and "adorable miniscule metal scrap with eyes" and "special sparky mcdonald's sprite". bf!leo who drags you to a burger king at a ghastly eight in the morning to grab a burger because he was working late the night before. bf!leo who makes an effort to clean out bunker nine so that you can spend the day there comfortably. bf!leo who, out of nowhere, takes you out on a ride with festus to get groceries for a spontaneous private camping night. bf!leo who prepares his famous tofu tacos just for you. bf!leo who starts the bonfire but ends up getting his hair on fire. bf!leo who plays just dance with you on a switch he made. he definitely knows all the latest dances. bf!leo who tries to cheat in uno by making a machine but he fails because you can see every little thing he's doing. bf!leo who toasts the marshmallows just perfectly. bf!leo who tells festus to ward off every other camper that tries to get near your date site. bf!leo who makes you little custom gifts made out of the extra parts and pieces of his projects. bf!leo who warms you up at night by cuddling with you. bf!leo who lets you play with his unruly, curly mess of hair. bf!leo who's a total best friend kind of boyfriend. bf!leo who reserves the most emotional part of him for your eyes only because of the immense trust he has for you. bf!leo who can't go a full day without, at some point, holding your hand in his perpetually warm, calloused ones. bf!leo who falls asleep next to you, his face buried in your stomach as he snores, really loudly...

"bro, pay attention to me."

leo's head whips away from whatever he's tinkering with between his fingers, sending you a carefully practiced look, one eyebrow raised to his hairline. "bro?"

"i'm-"

"well, okay, dude," he shoots back. "what is it you want to tell me, buddy? are you alright, mate? perhaps this chap right o'here wanted a l'il ol' chat? well, buckaroo, did you want attention from your special bruzz?"

"leo!" you shove him by the shoulder, cackling at the offended look on his face (that had melted the moment you started laughing at his antics). if you hadn't called his name he might've named every name in the book of bro code, and you really didn't need that. even festus blew a column of smoke into the latino's face.

"i know we're comfy and all but a random bro? seriously? weren't we just kissing by the fire?"

"that's enough," you interrupt him, a hue of red flushing your features, but if anyone asked you'd swear it was the flame reflecting back on your face. "i'm sorry, my hyper little elf boyfriend. is that better?"

"infinitely so, my blushing fairy maiden of a girlfriend, though we should go easy on the 'little'."

"i'm not blushing!"

"of course not, it must be my eyes playing tricks on me."

you shove him, again, with your foot this time. your socks were matching with his, cute miniscule fire-breathing dragons in yellow and red. "hey, you're gonna make me drop this!"

you halt your attack and scoot on over closer to him, peeking over his shoulder, his dark curls poking your eye. "what's that?"

"woah, there, ms. nosy!" he yelps, tucking the item back into a clasped hand and throwing an arm around your waist, bringing you down. "not yet." he mutters incoherent things, muffled because of his face practically pressing up against your stomach.

you complain immediately in his hold. "you're too hot."

"yeah, i know i'm hot."

"you suck!" you try to wriggle out of his grasp but he pulls you closer, holding onto you as if you were a giant teddy bear. "leo, i'm going to start overheating!"

he looks up at you then, grinning. "then we'll overheat together."

you give his hair a slight (and loving) yank, plastering a serious face on. "bruh."

"that's so not sigma of you," he whines, sitting back up and pulling something out of his pocket. "alright, then, i'll give it to you now."

"are you gonna fight me? get ready to catch these hands, you absolue L rizz."

"i'm supposed to be the brainrot one!"

with a joking eyeroll, he finally opens his hands in the way one would do when proposing. in his palm was a little metal box, about two inches on all sides, tightly closed.

you watch it for a couple of seconds, finally realizing that it wasn't about to do anything. you look at the latino boy questioningly.

"put the pad of your thumb here," he points at the spot, "it has a fingerprint sensor. it opens only to you."

so you do as you're told, and the tiny box opens, transformers-style. a round, rotating platform rises from the middle, showing tiny statues of what could only be you and him mid-wrestle, faces contorted with mirth. your favorite song plays as mini-you-and-leo spin around to the music, a scene of pure love between the two of you captured with the perfect backtrack.

"oh my gods," you gasp out, lips parted. you reach out to push his hands safely out of the way before kissing him. lips on lips, full of passion and obvious gratitude.

you pull away, he's still wonderstruck, you're peppering kisses all over his cute face with a 'thank you' between each one.

"ladies, ladies!" he laughs, closing the music box and placing it gently into your hand. "calm down! take a few deep breaths."

you open the box again immediately after you receive it, singing the lyrics to the song softly until leo kisses your cheek and sings them louder, word for word.

eventually the night dissolves into song, into you and leo's song, and screw it if all the other campers can't sleep.

dividers by: @strangergraphics and @ianrkives

[mehwmidklpe]

Like Yeahhh, I really liked the Leo and Connor drabble 😝 thanks, it's really how I imagined it, plus it was pretty quick, and yes 🙂‍↕️ I would love one of the versions of them dating Hades!reader! Thanks again!

"You need to stop shadow traveling all the time."

Connor was currently carrying your exhausted body into his arms. Bride stile.

"But you're always all around camp. You know how hard it is to find you?" You protest. "Well my dad is the god of travelers, what did you expect?" Connor responds as he kept walking towards cabin 13.

"Why did you want to find me anyways?" The boy proceeded to ask you. "Is it that bad for a girl to want to spend time with her boyfriend?" You ask him.

"Well, if the girl in question is you, then yes." That earned him a slap to his chest.

He chuckled at that, walking into the Hades cabin and over to your bed. "You're just proving my point."

"I dislike you, Connor Stoll." You tell him at which he grinned. "Yet you used all your energy, searching for me." He bragged as he carefully laid you down on the soft mattres.

Your body immideatly relaxed once it made contact with the fabric. And Connor realized just how exhausted you were at the sight of it.

"You really scared me, you know. When you finally found me, I mean. You litteraly colapsed into my arms. I just–" "I'm fine, Connor. I promise." You assuered him, giving him a rare soft smile that calmed him down.

"Get some rest." Connor tells you, placing a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead before getting ready to leave.

"I won't rest if you're not laying next to me, Stoll." You speak up, stopping him in his tracks.

A smile grew onto the blue eyed boy's lips as he walked back over to your bed and didn't waste any time to lay next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer.

"I love you." You breath out, looking straight into his beautiful blue eyes.

The same color of blue that became your new favorite color after you fell for him– and because people kept saying black wasn't a 'real color' –it was a beautiful color.

"You know, I still think it's weird to hear you say those words." Connor told you. "And I still think it's weird to say those words, but they're true." You respond.

Connor removed one had from around your waist to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. "I love you too, by the way."

You smiled, placing a kiss on his lips. You pulled away shortly after that, just to see Connor smiling like a lovesick idiot.

The again he is a lovesick idiot for you.

He leaned in to capture your lips into another soft kiss. This one was longer, deeper. Your hand came up to rest on his chest as his hand was lightly placed on your jaw.

A sigh escaped your lips as he pulled away. "Nico is not gonna like what he sees when he walks in." You roll your eyes at that. "What does Nico like?"

With that and a slight laugh of Connor's, you went back in for a kiss.

This time Connor scooted even closer to you, deepening the kiss even more, but still careful not to hurt you considering you were still weak.

But after a while of kissing, the door opened at which you slowly pulled away from your boyfriend, annoyed that the moment was ruined.

Nico Di Angelo, your half-brother stood there, disgusted by the sight he just walked in on.

"You ruined my sister, Stoll."

"No, I just made her happier, Di Angelo."

"I prefered her back when she was cold, Stoll."

You frowned at that. "I'm still cold?"

"Yeah, but then this idiot comes around and you're all lovey-dovey with him." Nico complains.

"Get out Nico."

Fun fact: the Hades cabin is cold.

And because of the cold, you couldn't sleep. You just stared at the ceiling of cabin 13, eyes wide open until you couldn't stand it anymore.

So you got out of bed.

A groan could be heard from the bed across the room. "What are you doing?" It was Nico. "Nothing, go back to sleep." You tell him.

"Don't tell me you're going back to that idiotic boyfriend of yours."

You stayed silent at that.

"Y/n."

"Leo isn't stupid. He's smarter than you'll ever be." You finally respond to him. "Gee thanks." The boy said, tone sarcastic, of course.

"Why are you going anyways, It's against the rules." He reminded you. "I'm cold." You state. "So what?" You stayed quiet for a bit. "Well... Leo is warm.." You tell him.

"Gross." He groaned out. "He's the son of Hepheastus and he's got fire powers. You think he's freezing?" You defend yourself.

Nico sighed deeply. "Fine, just let me sleep." He turned in his bed to get a better position. "And don't do anything gross." He added.

"Gods no." You said in disgust. "You're weird Nico." With that, you shadowtraveled away.

One second you were in cabin 13, the other you were in bunker 9.

You walked over to the bed Leo layed in and slowly got into bed with him, careful not to wake him up.

You admired to view infront of you.

His beautiful brown, soft curls. His cute nose you like to nuzzle against yours– not that you'll ever admit that to him though –his tan skin, the way his eyes were closed as he slept so peacefully.

You were so in love with him, it hurt.

And then, as if he sensed your presence, he scooted closer and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him. "Mi amor.." He muttered, still half asleep.

You hummed, getting comfortable, melting into his touch. A sigh left his lips and his eyes slowly opened, a smile growing onot his beautiful lips as he saw you.

"Sorry.. didn't mean to wake you up." You apoligized to him. "No, no, it's better like this" He assured you, obviously still tired.

"Why thought?" He probably meant to ask why you came here but was too tired to form a full sentence.

"I was cold." "Let me warm you up then." He placed a kiss on your head and embraced you, gently pulling your head into his chest, resting his chin on it.

A sigh escaped your lips. It was always better like this.

"You should just move in here. We should ditch our cabins and live in here together." The latino muttered. "Leo, you're the headcouncelor of cabin 9. You can't just leave."

Leo groaned. "I'll find a way. Besided, we're gonna be leaving camp anyways. You wanna go to college so I'll find us a place close to it where we can live."

You smiled at the thought. "Mhm.. sounds about right." "It does, doesn't it?" Leo agreed with you. You hummed, and he took that as a yes.

"Get some sleep mi amor." He said to you, and like clockwork, you dozed off.

Leo, who was still tired, followed quick after.

[laursdomain]

hello i love your writing, you're so talented!!!

could i maybe req a leo valdez x reader "rivals with benefits" one-shot? like they "hate each other" and are always competing and have a bet going on that when they win smth the other has to do what they want and it's just really smutty but fluff in the end?? sorry for the big text😭🙏🏻

punishment

pairing: leo valdez x daughter of nike

genre: smut with plot

synopsis: As the daughter of Nike, the amount of times you’ve won is equivalent to how prideful you are. You never back down from a challenge, even when you don’t know what the outcome will be if you lose. Curiosity gets the best of you when Leo has an interesting punishment when you lose a bet you initiated.

warnings: smut, 18+, mdni, nipple play, marking, biting, fingering, piv, unprotected sex, overstimulation, squirting, fluff at the end

w/c: 3.5k

ྀིleo valdez masterlist

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If there was anything you loved more in the world than winning, it was beating Leo Valdez. You’ve always taken great pride in your victories, your mother was Nike, after all. But every time Leo proposed a challenge, your ego grew a little more with every win. You walk alongside Clarisse to capture the flag, listening mindlessly to her plans to win. She always went neck to neck against Annabeth Chase, the two demigods were the most skilled at the camp activity.

You were abruptly snapped out of your thoughts when your gaze falls on Leo Valdez speaking to Percy and Annabeth, seemingly on their team. It would be his first capture the flag since coming to camp, he has been noticeably absent for the others from his world-saving quests. An idea formed in your head, this would be a perfect opportunity to up the stakes to the bet you two have going on.

You quickly excuse yourself from your group, promising to be back quickly as you shorten the distance between you and Leo. Percy and Annabeth notice you coming over, getting the hint and excusing themselves to finish their preparations for their team. Leo feels your presence, turning around in time for when you plant your feet in front of him.

“Well well well, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Leo teases you, digging his hands in the pockets of his brown pants.

“I have an offer for you,” you smirk, hoping he’d take the bait.

He raises a brow, “do tell.”

“If my team wins, you have to do something for me. If your team wins, I’ll do something for you.”

“And I assume the loser will find out what that something is at the end?” He tilts his head at you, a smirk coating his own lips.

“You’re catching on quickly.”

Leo thinks it over, but he knew the moment you came over he’d agree to whatever challenge you had in your pretty head. “Prepare to lose,” he sticks his hand out, waiting for you to shake it.

You snort, “I never lose.” You grip his oil-smudged hand, tightly shaking it before dropping it. You spin on your heel, nearly running back to Clarisse to get capture the flag started. You refused to lose. 

You have always been ruthless during capture the flag, to the point where campers always thought you were a daughter of Ares in disguise. This time, even Clarisse was impressed by your fighting. So much so she had thought that she would finally beat Annabeth. Much to both of your dismays, the blue team won. As always. Which meant Leo had won. 

There have been very few times in which Leo has won one of your bets. Usually, they were the ones in which his powers gave him an advantage. The fact that he beat you in something you were dominating in was empowering to Leo. He wanted to egg you on, keep you in suspense for what he had in store for you. He didn’t say a word to you when his team was announced the winner, and was too absorbed in his own conversation with his siblings at dinner that he had missed the way you glared daggers into his back from your own table.

You were seething. Leo was smirking.

It was late. Way too late for your liking, but you were absolutely restless. Since the end of capture the flag, you have been waiting for what Leo was going to force you to do. You were sure it would be something embarrassing to make up for all the stupid punishments you’ve given him for losing. With a groan, you toss to the other side of your bunk, hating the way your brain wouldn’t turn off and let you sleep. You sigh out, realizing the only way you will finally be able to sleep is if you get to the bottom of what Leo has in store for you.

You make quick work of slipping on your sneakers, zipping up your camp half-blood zip-up to cover up the fact that you were too lazy to put your bra back on. You slip out of your cabin, mindful to not wake up your siblings as you sneak over to cabin 9. You peek through the windows, noticing Leo’s bed was missing its owner. You think for a moment, where could he be? Then it clicked, he was in Bunker 9. 

It doesn’t take you long to get to the familiar structure. Everyone knew where it was, and you knew Leo spent most of his time in the structure, building his various machines. You slipped through the door, your presence unknown to Leo, who was preoccupied fiddling with one of his machines. You watch for a moment, enamored with how diligently and efficiently he works.

You clear your throat, making your presence known. Leo stills, looking over his shoulder to meet your gaze. “What do I owe the pleasure, loser?”

You clench your jaw at the nickname, you hated being a loser. It was in your blood. “I’m wondering what you’re going to have me do.”

He chuckles, “it’s a surprise. Or are you impatient?” 

“I’d rather do it now,” you scoff.

He walks towards you, and out of instinct, you back away. You don’t stop until your back meets the wall, unable to move any further. Leo stops right in front of you, his brown eyes boring into yours. Was his eyes always that dark?

“Are you sure about that?” He whispers, holding his breath as he waits for your answer.

“Yes,” the word comes out breathless.

Leo’s hands brace on the wall, caging you in. He leans in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he speaks, “don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

You don’t get to question what he means before his lips are on yours. You don’t protest or fight it, you instantly give in. You weren’t sure if it was the built up tension since losing or because you wanted to, but you promptly slid your hands to the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. He tilts his head to the side, deepening the kiss as you let out a sigh at the movement. Leo takes the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth, easily winning against yours. 

Leo’s hands move from your hips to the underside of your thighs, quickly scooping you up into his arms. He easily carries you over to his workbench, throwing his previous items off the table, not caring if they break. He can fix them later. He sets you atop his workbench, slotting himself between your legs as he gets impossibly closer. You break away from his kiss, the need for air was too much for your liking, though you found it hard to catch your breath as he began leaving hot open-mouthed kisses against your jawline and neck.

“Leo,” you gasped out, the feeling of his lips against your neck was perfect.

“Yes, sweetheart?” His kisses make their way to your collarbone, frowning at your zip-up blocking his descent. 

“What are we doing?” You whisper, praying that he won’t stop. 

He dryly chuckles, “you’re doing your punishment. I’m taking this off.” 

He unzips the piece of clothing, shrugging it off your shoulders as he hungrily takes in the new patches of skin. Your sleep shirts were thin, the tank top providing little to no coverage from the son of Hephaestus. He bites down on the adjunction between your neck and shoulder, earning a moan from you as he soothes the bite over with his tongue. His hands slip under your tank top, leaving goosebumps in his wake as his hands grip the skin there. Your own hands kept a firm grip on his white t-shirt, silently begging for him to discard his own shirt. 

“Mi amor,” his voice was breathless as he spoke. “Let me take this off.”

He tugged on the ends of your shirt, waiting for your permission. Even though this is your punishment for losing, he wouldn’t force you if you truly didn’t want to. Your heart swelled at the thought, before nodding, lifting your arms as he quickly removes the clothing, adding it to the pile your zip-up started. Before he can get your hands on you again, you tug his white shirt off, allowing it to fall from your hands and to the floor as you take in his figure. 

Leo wasn’t as built as all the other heroes—not like Percy and Jason. Unlike them, he hasn’t been preparing for the majority of his life to be a hero. Though, his mandatory sparring sessions had been paying off more recently, and you secretly enjoyed that his body was smaller, though yours was still smaller than his, and you fit perfectly underneath him.

Your head falls back as his kisses begin to litter across your chest, and a breathy moan escapes your lips as he takes one of your perked nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud. Your fingers grip onto his messy hair, not being mindful on how hard you may be tugging it. Secretly, Leo didn’t mind. You desperately needed friction, and the amount of teasing he was giving you was making you restless. You loved the attention on your chest, but with every stimulation he gave to your chest, your core achingly clenched around nothing, making you frustrated. 

Your position on his workbench gave you little to no room to find that friction, but you made due. You subtly scooted forward towards the edge, thankful Leo was preoccupied with your chest to notice your movement. You grinded your hips forward, your clothed cunt making contact with his clothed cock. The feeling was perfect, adding to the stimulation you were already receiving to your chest.

Leo didn’t say a word, he kept his ministrations up with your chest as he switched to your other breast, giving the red-bitten nipple a break. His hands slide to your hips, gripping them as he pulls you forward, grinding you even harder on his hardened cock. Your grip tightens in his hair, most likely pulling some strands out in your wake at the new pleasure, enjoying the way Leo matched his sucks to your nipple with grinding your covered clit against him. You could feel your wetness pooling, most definitely soaking through your panties and your thin sleep shorts. 

“Leo,” you moaned out, you needed him inside you, and you needed it now. 

“Hmm?” He responds, releasing your nipple with a pop. He admired the red marks he left on your breasts, flicking one of your nipples as they hardened under his touch. He loved the way your body reacted under his touch, you were practically putty under his touch, a stark contrast to your usual demeanor. 

“I need you,” you plead, gripping his upper arms.

He leans in, placing a kiss on the shell of your ear, “tell me where you need me.” His kisses resume on your neck, caressing the marks he left minutes before. 

You stay quiet, too prideful to beg. This was your punishment after all, he should be calling the shots. He notices the way you’ve become silent, flicking your swollen nipples again, causing a shiver of pain and pleasure to course through your spine, settling deep in your core. 

“Inside,” the words come out rushed, “please.”

You weren’t proud to have begged him, and you half expected him to tease or mock you for it. Instead, he places a chaste kiss to your swollen lips before hooking his fingers around your shorts, sliding the wet material down your legs, taking your soaked panties with them. The shorts join his shirt on the floor, and the sight of him stuffing your panties in his pocket goes unnoticed by you. 

His kisses trail down your stomach and to your thighs, placing them on top of his shoulders as he kneels on the ground, practically worshipping you. Without wasting a beat, his mouth latches onto your clit, sucking on the bud as a new wave of pleasure washes over you. Your hands rest in his hair, simply holding him to ground yourself. Your moans come out breathy, and you nearly squeal in pleasure when he sinks two fingers into you, rubbing your gummy walls just right.

Leo’s in ecstasy. He swears he could come right here, without even needing to be inside you. Having his mouth and fingers inside you was enough. The way your moans grew as his fingers reached places you didn’t know existed and the feeling of you clenching around them was too good. He was intent on making you come this way, whether you liked it or not. 

Leo’s fingers reached the spot that makes you see stars, your legs clenching around his head as your nearly reach your high, gripping his hair like its your life-force. What sends you over the edge is when he lightly nibbles on your clit, the stimulation throwing you off the edge with the combined ministrations of his fingers. You ride his fingers through your high, your moans turning into breathy gasps as he removes his fingers from you, kitten licking your hole as a means to clean you, soon turning into overstimulation for you. You squeeze your legs around his head in warning, and he gets the hint, kissing your clit before detaching his mouth. Instead, he sinks his teeth into your thigh, easily leaving a mark on the plush skin before kissing up your body.

He returns to your mouth, bringing you to a messy kiss. You should’ve been disgusted at the taste of your pleasure on his mouth, but instead, it made you even wetter, your core achingly empty. Your hands trail to his pants, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping the material as you gesture for him to do the rest. He gets the hint, not breaking the kiss as he removes his pants and boxers in one swift movement. 

Leo bites down on your bottom lip, making you gasp at the action. He slides his tongue inside your mouth, distracting you as he slides his hardened cock in your wet hole in one swift movement. The sound of your wetness squelching at the contact was embarrassing, but the feeling of how full you felt overruled it. You remove your mouth from his, gasping at the feeling. He stays still, giving you time to adjust, refusing to move until you were sure you were not in pain. 

After a beat, you grind up, a breathy moan escaping you lips at the feelings. That’s all Leo needs, not wasting a moment before sliding out until only his tip remains before thrusting back in, a loud moan escaping your lips. He groans, burying his head into the crook of your neck as he keeps up the rhythm, slowly rutting into you as he savors the sounds of your moans.

“Harder,” you whine, quietly begging. The sound of you, the daughter of Nike, whining for him was more than enough to make Leo feral, instantly giving into you.

Leo’s hands go from being wrapped around your waist to gripping your hips in a matter of seconds. He goes from being gentle and slow to hard and fast, surely leaving marks on your hips from how hard he’s gripping you. Your moans grow louder, not caring if anyone hears. It was night, and you two were in Bunker 9. The odds of someone hearing was still there, but you could care less. Even if one of Leo’s siblings walked in, you wouldn’t ask him to stop. The thought alone made your core clench, the feeling of Leo’s cock against your velvet walls was perfect. 

His tip repeatedly hit your g-spot, abusing the spot as your moans become more high pitched, telling Leo you were getting close. He was right behind you, in fact, he’s been holding back his own orgasm because he wants to come with you. His thumb reaches down, rubbing tight circles onto your clit. The feeling of his calloused thumb against your swollen clit was overstimulating, but you didn’t want to let go of the pleasure you got from it. You fought against the overstimulation, loving the feeling of his thumb against your clit and how hard he was thrusting into you.

“Leo, I’m-“ you begin, your voice breathless.

“I’m right behind you, amor. Go ahead.”

With his words, you reach your high, Leo riding you through it. Your nails scratch down his back, leaving your own marks on his perfect skin. The feeling of you coming around his cock, squeezing the life out of him sends him into his own high. He spills inside of you, thrusting a couple more times before sliding out, hating the way you slightly wince at the movement.

You lean your head back, a contented sigh leaving your swollen lips. Your grip had loosened around the boy, though it was still firm enough to tell him you still wanted him near you. His grip around your hips loosen, caressing the reddened skin with his fingers. His right hand trails down your thighs and to your cunt, watching the way both of your mixed cum seeps out of your hole. Without thinking, two fingers sink into your hole, your body instantly tensing at the feeling. 

“Leo,” you rush out, not wanting to feel overstimulated. You were spent.

He doesn’t listen, pushing the mixture back into your hole, and you can’t help but moan at the feeling. Leo is mesmerized by the sound of the squelching as a result of his fingers, wanting nothing more than to dig his fingers as deep as they can go. 

And he does exactly that. 

You grip becomes vice-like onto his shoulders as his fingers reach new places, adding a third finger. A breathless gasp escapes your lips when he adds a third, feeling nearly full from his fingers. You felt overstimulated and your poor cunt wanted a break, but you wanted nothing more than to feel completely full.

“Ah,” you gasp out, trying to get your words out. Leo smirks at how speechless you were, curling his middle finger against your clenching walls. The movement makes your pussy flutter, and you remember what you were trying to say. “Add another.”

Leo’s eyes widened, giving you an are you sure look. The way you looked like you were in Elysium told Leo the answer to his question, submitting to your request. He inserted a fourth finger, loving the sound of your loud and long moan from the action. Your fingernails dig into his shoulder blades, surely leaving crescent-shaped marks as he thrusts his fingers deeper. You were going to come, and it was going to be intense. 

Leo’s thumb presses down on your clit, the only finger that wasn’t inside of you. The pressure of his thumb is enough to send you over the edge, but this feeling was different. You furrow your brows in the midst of it all, uncertainty filling your dumb-fucked brain. Before you can warn him, you shatter, squirting all over Leo’s fingers. Your gasps come out short, practically gulping for air as you come down from your high. Leo’s fingers ride you through it, sliding his wet fingers out as he licks his fingers clean, the movement erotic. 

He leans forward, catching your lips into a soft kiss, sighing into your mouth. He doesn’t stay against your lips for long, resting his forehead against yours as he lets you catch your breath.

“Come back to me, amor.” He whispers, light brown eyes gazing into your closed ones.

You open your eyes, seeing the love swirl around in his brown eyes. You nod, telling him wordlessly you were okay. Must to your dismay, he leaves your arms, disappearing into one of the spare rooms in Bunker 9 and returning with a wet, clean rag. He separates your plush thighs, lightly wiping around your inner thighs. He was extra careful when cleaning near your swollen folds, knowing how sensitive you were. 

Once he finished cleaning you and himself, he throws his shirt onto your frame before lifting you into his arms bridal style. He brings you into the room he disappeared into before, noticing how it was a makeshift room. You didn’t realize he had his own bedroom in Bunker 9, but it made sense for those late night sessions when he was simply too tired to walk back to his own cabin. He sits you on the bed, opening the small wooden armoire and stepping into a clean pair of boxers. He returns to you with a piece of clothing, sliding your legs into the boxers as he gestures for you to lift your hips to settle the garment comfortably around your waist. 

He turns off the dim lighting in the room, settling into the bed as he extends his arms, waiting for you. Your heart warms at the gesture, instantly climbing into his arms and getting comfortable. The bed wasn’t as comfortable as your own in your cabin, but as long as you were with Leo—you were perfectly content.

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[chbvalentine]

this is how i picture leo valdez btw

[randomgurl2326]

You know what we don’t talk about enough?

…the Apollo campers who aren’t good at archery, or singing, or nursing. The Apollo campers who prefer working behind the scenes

…the Athena campers who aren’t that good at math or English, or history. But enjoy art and music

…the Hermes campers who are horrible liars

…the Ares campers who are sweet and gentle with every glance and touch

…the Aphrodite campers who aren’t all into makeup and fashion; and love history

…the Hephaestus campers who don’t like working in the forges but enjoy making clothes and designs

…the Dionysus campers who don’t like theatrics are and lurk in the corner

…the Demeter campers who don’t like planting, but like curling up with a book about nature

…the Hecate campers that love helping in the infirmary

…the Hypnos campers who love being active

…the Nemesis campers who enjoy peace and quiet

…the Iris campers that like muted colors

…the unclaimed campers that just want to have fun

[beelinx]

leo valdez dating an apollo kid hcs

a/n: as an apollo kid who's absolutely in love with leo, this one is might be biased... sorry chat

I think Leo would absolutely LOVE a child of Apollo that’s mostly in the creative fields!

Honestly he would love you however you are but

I just think those little moments when you’re both working on your own projects, basking in each other’s company, are so special to him.

If you’re talented in music, PLEASE play something for him

I GUARANTEE you he will fall in love immediately

Apply that same criteria to any other hobby / art form you can show off for him and you’re set

Since his love language is definitely gift giving / acts of service, if you’re more gifted in doing paintings, sculptures, or other similar stuff, and you give them to him, he literally burns up.

Like fully bursts into flame immediately.

ALSOOOO

If you’re in the infirmary just like Will then he would go there even if it was just for the smallest scratch ever.

He just wants to see you being cute <3

Talking about Will…

He would definitely be protective over you, but most of the times it's in a joking way.

Except that his “joking” has Leo shitting his pants in fear because Will can be TERRIFYING..

It’s the southern in him.

If you were dating during the events of the Trials of Apollo, then I can guarantee you he tried his hardest to impress Lester / Apollo.

It was kind of confusing though, associating that guy as your dad.

He got his blessing very quickly though!

He knows Leo makes you happy and that’s all that matters to him.

You and Leo doing karaoke together! <3

Even if you aren’t the best singer, this is one of the most fun activities ever.

I think Leo would be a strangely good singer, but he would never try.

You just know if that man actually put in the work he’d put most singers to shame, but he doesn’t.

Instead you get the most ear-bleeding performance ever at karaoke night.

You couldn’t get through your duet because you kept laughing your asses off.

He’d force you to teach him to do anything Apollo was associated with, no matter whether or not you’re actually any good at it.

“TEACH ME HOW TO DO THAT PLEASE.” “Leo, I’m not even good at drawing…”

Says you’re his muse constantly.

It’s like that term changed his life.

You’re convinced he’s saying it jokingly because there’s literally no way he’s calling you that seriously, but he swears up and down that you're both his inspiration and motivation to do stuff.

His favorite nickname / pet name for you will always be sunshine though !

Even if you don’t like it, it’s his favorite ever.

You can rip it out of his cold, dead hands.

If you shine in the dark (like Will) then trust me he’s absolutely going to abuse that power to his advantage

You’re his flashlight now so expect staying up late at night to help him light his work table.

He could get a lamp, but he swears you shine more (also you’re prettier) (and he wants to spend time with you)

He’d make anything you need for your hobbies <3

Guitar? He’s got it.

Easel? He already built it.

Bow and arrows? Done. He even rigged the arrows to have special effects.

In other words, Leo is the best boyfriend ever and he would do anything for you!

[mrkeatingsblazer]

The Prophecy [Oh, Was It Punishment] Part Two

Apollo x Child of Hermes! Reader

Part One Part Two Part Three

It has been six months and seven days. Six months and seven days since the war against Gaia. Six months and seven days since Rachel has made a prophecy. Six months and seven days since Lord Apollo has been missing. Not even his children have heard a whisper from the God, not even a glimpse in a dream and while Demi-Gods are used to being ignored by their parents, it is never to this extent; it is never with this God.

You’ve found yourself with the three Apollo campers a lot, trying to comfort them during such a peculiar and unknown time. No child should have to worry for their parent. Will Solace especially has taken the blunt of the hardship. Being so young and taking care of both the wounded from the war and his cabin since the Battle of Manhattan has taken a toll on the kid. You find yourself relating to the younger boy immensely. When Luke left and you were finally claimed, Chiron made you the head of the Hermes cabin. Though unlike you, who has been out of camp more often than not and was allowed to appointed the Stolls the title of Co-heads, Will has been burdened with being alone with his responsibilities since he was 13. You watch him now, folding and unfolding bandages repeatedly out of a nervous habit. The frown on his face was subtle but still there. He could have been finished up with inventory an hour ago but chose not to.

“I think we’re done Solace,” you say from atop the infirmary counter, letting your feet swing back and forth.

“You can head to dinner, I’m fine here. Thanks for the help,” his tired voice mumbles in response.

“Kid, you’ve rewrapped that one bandage like 8 times now, I think it's been wrapped enough,” you say quirking your brow.

Will sighs, placing the bandage down before turning to you, “will you stop it with the kid thing, you’re only 2 years older than me.”

“2 and a half,” you point at him with a scalpel that was lying beside you and smirk, “and I’ll have you know I’m a legal adult William.” He looks you up and down and snorts. His expression quickly converts back downtrodden, as if that momentary joy was a mistake. Along with the fact that his father is gone M.I.A, camp has been more depressing than usual. Kids were going missing, and no one understood why; one of these kids being your little brother and Will’s best friend, Cecil. You watch as he shuffles around like a stray kitten, you’d never pity him not when you can relate. Hopping from the counter, you walk over to him and seize his arm, yanking him towards the door. It was a comical sight, with Will being almost 2 heads over you.

“[reader]- Hey!” he gently tries to get out of your grasp but fighting two wars made your grip nothing less than steel. You continue to push the boy towards the door

“Don’t even Solace,” you scold as he tries again to get away from you, “we will be going to dinner and after that we will be going to the campfire whether you like it or not.” you yank open the infirmary door and shove him out, “and hey, maybe a certain son of Hades will be there,” you smirk as the blonde turns bright red. He grumbles, rubbing his arm but compiling and following you to the dining pavilion. It was adorable to see the kid with his crush, especially due to who it was on. You’ve known Nico since he was an annoying but excitable little 10-year-old and Will even longer, neither of them have had a good childhood, most demi-gods never do. In a way, you were living vicariously through them. You did that a lot. With Annabeth who got with Percy, your old crush, Piper and Jason, Hazel and Frank. You couldn’t help but wish you had what they had or in the case of the former, who they had.

You remember your days on the Argo. When there were no battles or group meetings, you were subjected to sit and watch the love emulating around you. For a while you thought the countless couples around you meant something, that because they were all members of the crew and got together, that for sure meant you were to get with the last single member, Leo. He thought so too. After his little thing with Hazel, that even now you don’t try to understand, you felt as though something was forming between the two of you. At one stage you found yourself hanging off him more than you were around Percy and Annabeth. You couldn’t help but be attracted to his mind, his creativity, his light. Your two best friends encouraged the blooming relationship between the two of you, even with Percy not liking Leo a whole lot, and so did the rest of the crew.

Everything changed after he came back from Ogygia. He came to you first after he returned, making you feel special in a sort of pitiful way. Expecting a grand reunion, you were instead greeted by his starry eyes as he spoke about another girl- no not a girl, a Goddess, who had him returned to you utterly smitten. Your heart broke as he told you he was planning to find her again. When you were given the truth by Eros, it made sense in the end. Leo being sent to Calypso was the Fates way of ensuring you remained loveless and killing him was just a way for them to remain cruel.

You sat through dinner at the Hermes table, which was smaller than it ever has been in years. Connor was beside you flinging peas at Clovis who would jolt at the impact before dozing off once more. Nico Di Angelo was sitting at the Apollo table, next to a blushing and, surprisingly, flirting Will Solace. You sighed looking around at all the missing campers, be it they left for college, died during the wars or as of late, were lost to Gods knows where. Even the rising moon seems dimmer than it should have been. You wonder if that was on purpose, was it Lady Artemis’ way of showing her sadness for her twin brother? Was she also in the dark as much as all of us?

By the time the campfire rolled around, you just wanted to retire to your cabin, but chose not to, for the sake of your sibling, Will Solace and yourself. As Austin was doing his cover of ‘My Sweet Lord’ by George Harrison, you heard rustling coming from the forest behind you. At first you passed it off as nothing more than a noisy nymph. It was when you heard a yell did you twist your ring, transforming it into your sword. The object was gifted to you before you even knew of your parentage, by an original member of the Argonauts, Atalanta. You recall the words of the swift footed women, who aided you during your mission to save both Lady Artemis and Annabeth; “never let a man take you unless he can keep up,” she winked before racing off. Many other campers joined you in seizing their weapons, Nico and Clarisse come to either side of you, swords ready. Two figures stumbled out of the forest, neither were recognizable. The taller seemed to be giggling and relying on the smaller to carry their weight. As they came closer you could make them out. A small Asian girl with black coke bottle glasses was cursing the taller brunette boy. He was gangly and average; you deemed him instantly not a threat.

“Hold! Who goes there?” Chiron boomed.

The boy gave a wobbly grin along with a shaky wave and replied, “oh, hi! I’m Apollo!” before collapsing to the ground

next part--

[xoxochb]

what do you mean reading fanfics on tumblr instead of sleeping isn’t healthy

[pumpkinbxtch]

—00-kissme-i'm drunk ｡⁠:ﾟheadcanons

the hoo guys calling you when they're drunk ft. apollo.

who is here: percy jackson, jason grace, frank zhang, leo valdez & apollo/lester

warnings: maybe a little language. alcohol consumption.

a/n: i'm writing requests but inspiration is gettin hard to come to me, anyways, didn't want to abandon just like that soi offer this small inter. LET'S PRETEND THEY CAN USE PHONES, OKAY?

leo:

— heeyoo, nenaaaaaa, what ya doin? i'm thinkin bout ya like ya in that skirt that oh godsss, my father can do that hot in those stupid forges?

— LEO!

*the call has ended*

jason:

— hmm, i'm sorry, hun' i think i call ya by mistake. maybe i... fuck i lavv ya so much. *starts rambling*

percy:

— fuck baby am gonna marry you, you know? me and you 'til the fuckin' idiot motherfucker end of time

frank:

i woke ya uppp? tell me nooo *sobs* you're tha moooost precious thing -fuck i swear to gods- i have,

apollo / lester:

i actually don't fuckn care what my father says, you're going to be with me on olympus, huuh? pack yA things, daRlinG!!

[linxnnalyn]

My asks are open and I'm done with all of my drafts so feel free to send me in some requests!

[kazperthegh0st]

Leo, desperately: Let me rizz you up babygirl!!!