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[willsimpforanyone]

YOUR PJO DICS. AJFIFJFJHRKGKHLG

pt2 - I MEAN FICS!!!!!!! I MEAN FICS

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that's so fucking funny i had to respond as soon as i saw it lmao

#im so tired but that made me laugh

[willsimpforanyone]

hello lovely people!

just a quick note to say i've posted a couple things - i've had them in my drafts for months but i felt awful about leaving you all waiting

truly i am astonished i have not gotten a single hate comment... ever? especially as i'm sort of taking a massive hiatus because my mental health has been garbage but for like a week i got through about 10 little imagines and stuff so i'll try and post them periodically

thank you all for being so wonderful, i love you very very much <3<3<3

[willsimpforanyone]

nico x nb or female reader smut... please :(( i can't find any anywhere and i love your connor stuff i've read them like a 100 times :(((

i'm so glad u like my connor stuff! he's a lot more popular than i realised he was lmao

this is nico with a nonbinary reader, obviously both of them are adults because they have their own flat and i'm literally jealous

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Nico's hair has grown longer, I think to myself. Black and very slightly curly, spreading out over the pillow and easily within reach.

Far, far too tempting.

Cautiously, I reach my hand over the pillow and slip my fingers through his strands. They're silky-soft, and I twist some of it round my finger, smiling softly.

I keep going, combing through more and more of his hair until I'm gently scraping my nails over his scalp and untangling knots as carefully as I can. I'm so absorbed in my task that I don't notice a pair of dark eyes sleepily blinking open, black eyelashes fluttering at the feeling of his hair being played with.

"What're you doing?"

I have a small heart attack, instinctively smacking Nico on the shoulder in surprise. "Jesus- Nico! What the fuck?"

He laughs quietly, rubbing his shoulder where I hit him. "I literally just woke up, what is your problem?"

"You scared me!" I hiss, low and slightly raspy. "I didn't know you were awake."

He laughs again, reaching out and pawing at my hips, pulling me closer under the bedsheets. Nose to nose now, he blinks at me sleepily. "You didn't answer my question," he murmurs. "What were you doing?"

Slightly shy, I flush pink and reach one hand up to move some hair out his eyes. "I may," I whisper. "Have been playing with your hair."

"You don't sound very certain," Nico smirks, thumb absently rubbing circles up and down my ribs. I roll my eyes but grin, continuing to stroke his hair.

"It was just so pretty," I mumble, half hiding my face in the pillow. "You're a pretty guy with pretty hair, sue me."

He laughs quietly, leaning over and kissing my quickly. "I'm pretty, huh?"

"Oh, shut up." I hide my face in his neck this time, playfully tugging at the hair at the base of his head in retaliation. I freeze as I feel his breath hitch, and a wicked smile spreads over my lips.

I repeat the action, a little harder this time, and from Nico's throat crawls a moan that he clearly tried to stifle.

"Oh, that's interesting..." Three times the charm, just to check...

Pulling my head back from the crook of his neck, I look into his eyes, tugging his hair again and seeing his pale skin flare pink as he bites his lip, eyes darting anywhere but mine. Gently, I ease one of my legs between his, my hands running down his body to bring his hips closer to mine.

"Baby?" I whisper, smile playing at my lips. "Is this what you want?"

He flushes brighter, grumbling out his words. "...well I didn't know it was until about four seconds ago."

God, his voice is still sleepy and low, defenses down in this bubble of morning light and sheets and skin.

"I'm gonna take that as a yes." I dip my head back into his neck, this time deliberately to press my lips along his skin. One hand sneaks back up into his hair, tangling my fingers into his long black locks.

I lightly suck at the point just below his ear, pulling gently at his hair, and Nico jerks his hips forward, a soft gasp breathed into my ear.

"That's it," I hum against his neck, tongue darting out and over his earlobe. "Keep going, sweetheart."

With the little encouragement, Nico's hands curl around my hips, slowly starting to grind himself against my thigh. His movements are slightly unsure, but I can feel his heartbeat pounding under my lips and I smile.

My fingers thread through his hair, sending shivers down his spine. I can hear him panting slightly in my ear and I feel heat simmering deliciously under my skin. I murmur soft encouragements into his ear, rocking my hips against him and feeling his cock twitch to life in his pyjama pants.

Mouth watering, I suck the faintest marks into the side of his throat. I manipulate his head, using his hair to pull his head back so I can lave over more of his skin. He gasps loudly as his head is forced back, hips sputtering against me and fingers digging into the flesh at my waist.

"Good?" I ask softly, words breathed into his ear.

Nodding, Nico stammers out a 'y-y-es-' in the softest, sweetest voice I've ever heard from him. Evidently, sleepy Nico is okay with showing some vulnerability. It's painfully adorable and I coo softly in his ear.

"Use my thigh, baby, you look so pretty like this." I scrape my nails over his scalp, loving the low moan that spills from his lips.

His hips get steadily faster, rutting firmly against my leg as he pants, squeezing his eyes shut. My hand grips at his hair, pulling his head further back so my lips can trail under his chin and over the other side of his neck, whispering praise and endearments into his skin.

His breath hitches as I roll us slightly so I'm on top of him, kneeling with one leg still between his, pushing firmly against his cock as he keeps grinding against me.

He looks like a vision, pale cheeks blushing red, soft lips parted and brow slightly furrowed with his eyes firmly closed, so focused on the feeling of pleasure building up low in his stomach. I press my lips against his, capturing him in a firm kiss just because he looks so gorgeous.

"Look at you, so needy," I tease, ghosting the words over his lips. Nico whines, digging his nails into my waist in protest. I laugh lightly. "Okay, okay, not at all needy, this is a perfectly reasonable reaction to having your hair pulled."

He opens his eyes to scowl up at me, and for a split second I remember that this is the son of Hades I have underneath me.

"Got it, I'll shut up."

One hand still firmly in his hair, I use my other hand to hold his hips, helping him ride my thigh. I glance down to see a damp patch on Nico's pyjama pants, precum staining the fabric and I have to swallow down the sudden flood of saliva that fills my mouth. Later, definitely later.

His hips start rocking faster and harder, stomach muscles tensing and I curl my fingers in his hair, experimentally yanking harder than i have before.

"F-fuck-!" Nico swears loudly, head flying back with his back arching slightly, rutting his cock hard against my leg, the material of his pants providing delicious friction. "Mm- I'm gonna... gods above, yes..."

It takes a well-timed yank and a few more thrusts to my leg to have him coming in his pants, warmth and wetness spreading through the material and soaking my leg. He gasps, one hand slapping over his mouth to muffle his noises, the other wrapping around my arm and gripping tightly.

I let him keep using me, grinding against my leg until he's finished. I duck my head to litter soft, warm kisses over his face, smiling and incredibly pleased with myself.

"You okay, Neeks?" I murmur, brushing my lips over his nose.

It takes a moment for his muscles to stop spasming and his breathing to even out, but eventually Nico moves his hand away from his mouth to reveal a small smile.

"Uh huh," he sighs, blinking up at me in a post-orgasm haze. "'m good, very good."

Releasing his hair from my grip, I stroke over his cheek and kiss him sweetly. "Good. Might want to get changed."

Looking down, he groans at the rapidly cooling, cum-stained pyjamas he's now wearing. "Ugh, gross." He looks up at me, grinning sleepily. "You're getting me new pyjamas, by the way. Off you go, the closet is there. You turn me on, you get me off, you deal with the consequences."

I roll my eyes but grin in return, reluctantly leaving the warm bed for the closet. "You're so lucky I love you."

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was this good? did i write a good smut? i haven't written in so long i don't know if this is good. anyway, thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoyed!

#nico di angelo x reader #nico di angelo imagines #nico di angelo smut #nonbinary!reader #nico x nonbinary!reader #nico x reader

[willsimpforanyone]

hey :) i’m the anon that requested the aphrodite daughter!reader x son of ares, i just read it and loved it sm, so i wanted to thank you for writing it <3

i also wanted to ask you something. you know about the aphrodite cabin rite of passage, right? where they have to break someone’s heart to prove themselves worth it of being aphrodites child. anyway, do you think something bad would happen if the reader refused to break his heart? just like it happened with silena and beckendorf? piper and jason?

i think it depends on where in the timeline we are- if it's pre-piper, then definitely it would be a firm rite of passage and either something bad would happen to either the son of ares or the daughter of aphrodite or probably both

post-piper, i think it would be seen as a ridiculous tradition but if aphrodite felt you were being disrespectful or just wanted to cause some shit, then something bad would happen either way

#im v happy u liked the fic #it's always a little hard writing without a character #but i think it went okay

[willsimpforanyone]

hello, sorry for the random thirst in your inbox but! sitting on his lap while he fingers you and you're crying because it feels so good and he's just being very smug and whispering THE dirtiest things into youre ear. and he watches you ride out your high and thinks you just look adorable! I don't have anyone specific in mind but maybe one of the stolls? up to you and of course if you feel like doing it

i think you are Correct in imagining this to be one of the Stolls.

possibly percy if he was being particularly dominant, definitely not leo or nico or jason, i think the stolls have the right amount of cockiness to be perfectly smug whispering pure filth into your ear

"does that feel good, huh? oh, i know, baby, i know, it's so good you can't even talk, it's not your fault my fingers fuck you so well you're incoherent..."

#do not have the mental energy to do a whole imagine #but i did love this ask #i love random thirst in my inbox #just share your fluffy smutty angsty thoughs #and ill probably agree with you

[willsimpforanyone]

could u do a percy jackson friends - friends with benefits - dating headcanons??? nsfw if you want

i can absolutely do that, thank you for requesting and thank you for being so patient!

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being a demigod is stressful as fuck

we all know this

being an adult demigod comes with its own level of stress

was it a good idea to get into a friends with benefits arrangement with the guy you were crushing on? probably not

did you do it anyway? yes you did

because you're not stupid, you discussed it at length about boundaries and stuff so you wouldn't accidentally ruin your friendship

one of you would text the other and you'd arrange a time

SO

let's get into the details

the first few times it was a little awkward to start, but you have a natural rhythm with each other so after a while it gets comfy

it's almost intuitive how you two manage to separate the difference between you as friends and you with the 'benefits'

for a while you ignore the growing feelings in your heart and your brain

but it's very difficult when you already worked so well together as friends

and now you know you work well together in bed

everything is so good and you are so, so scared of fucking this up

little do you know, percy is feeling exactly the same

his favourite part of everything is the aftercare when he gets to take care of you and you have mandatory cuddle time and binge watch whatever show you're watching

yeah, you have a show you watch together, how disgustingly domestic

it takes. AGES. for you two to actually get together

and it happens completely accidentally

not to get immediately nsfw

but he's pounding into you and you have your arms around him and gods above you look so gorgeous underneath him and he can't help the words 'i love you' from crawling up his throat and spilling over his lips

it immediately sends you over the edge and you slam your lips against his hard and messy

you don't talk about it for a little while but after you've caught your breath, you force yourself to bring it up when it's clear he's kind of mortified about it

he goes to immediately leave and you're like 'absolutely not we have mandatory cuddle time now'

'soooo... you love me?'

because who can resist teasing

percy immediately hides his face in your neck and mumbles something about how obviously he loves you because you're one of his best friends but he also means it in a romantic 'i wanna kiss you all the time' kinda way

so you take the initiative and kiss him so sweetly and with no underlying motivations

'i love you too, you absolute fucking dork'

he absolutely lights up and wraps you up in such a hug it's like he's squeezing all the love into you

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i hope this was okay, thank you so much for requesting!

#percy jackson #percy jackson headcanons #percy jackson smut #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson imagine

[willsimpforanyone]

hi there! merry christmas and happy holidays!

i haven't posted anything here in months because i've been really struggling, my adhd somehow has gotten worse so i can't really... do anything

but! i'm getting assessed in april and hopefully will get meds that let me Do Things, including write for you lovely people!

thank you for your support even though i've been inactive, it means a lot to me <3

#genuinely thank u #it means so much

[willsimpforanyone]

i'm very sorry that i haven't been posting much- as an explanation, my mental health has declined significantly in the last couple months and its affected my motivation to do... anything

thank you for all your lovely messages, i really appreciate all of you and your endless patience <3

#im going to therapy now #so hopefully that helps #i miss writing but i struggle to get out of bed rn #i love all of u tho

[willsimpforanyone]

A small reminder that you are so precious, and so loved. You mean so much to so many people and I pray that you know how worthy you are of love and acceptance 🫂💓 Peace be with you!!

i... thank you? very sweet of you <3

#is this a religious thing? it feels religious #peace be with you too ig

[willsimpforanyone]

oh jesus fuck im so sorry i jusy saw the rqs closed thing 😭 m sorry

bestie dw, i've had several requests since they've been closed lmao i'll still do your request!

[willsimpforanyone]

bestie i need you do do part two of this where Jason apologizes and fixes his problems with YN and they love each other better than ever: https://www.tumblr.com/willsimpforanyone/716214245734416385/for-some-reason-i-now-have-a-desire-for-angst-so?source=share

bestie i reread what i wrote and broke my own heart so i shall give u what u wish even if it took so long for me to get round to it

this is a part 2 of this fic

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3 months go by. Breathing became a little more bearable every day. The bags under my eyes lessened, and the urge to cry every time I left my bed slowly released its grip on my heart.

I went outside more, Robert was thrilled to have his big brother back and while I tried my best to take all responsibility off of Daisy's shoulders, she was 14 now and determined to prove she was basically an adult.

I swore up and down that I was fine, I was good! No point missing someone if they weren't around much to begin with, is there?

Missing him wasn't even something I was aware of, for a while. I just knew there was an empty space under my ribcage, numb and cold and nothing I did could make it... go away.

Jason hadn't been in Camp Halfblood for months now. Maybe he was staying away deliberately, too ashamed or afraid to come back and risk facing me. I told myself that was fine, he could be a coward if he wanted.

It wasn't fine, gods above, I missed him so much. I'd broken up with people before, but it had never felt like this, like this feeling would never end.

I was woken up by Daisy storming into the cabin. "Don't go outside!"

Blinking and scowling, I dragged a hand over my face. "W-what? Daise, shh, what?"

She stood in the middle of the floor, eyes darting to the door and back to me, body poised and on edge like she wasn't sure which way to go. "Um, you can't- don't go outside!" Daisy made a split second decision and bolted back out the door, slamming it shut behind her.

My brain was still heavy with sleep fog, but I took a deep breathe and slipped on some shoes, preparing to go outside.

The morning air was cold and I shivered in my pyjamas, standing just outside the now open door of the cabin. "Daisy? What's wrong?"

She hadn't gone far, and she turned around to run back to me, pushing at me to go back inside. Instead, I wrapped my arms around her and pressed a sleepy kiss to her head. "Sweetheart, tell me what's wrong, then I'll go inside, okay?"

"It's..." Daisy wrapped her arms around me, almost protectively. "It's Jason, he's back."

The way she said it, so low and sinister, made me laugh. "Daise, he's not a serial killer, he's not a threat, I promise." She looked up at me, deadly serious in the way only a 14 year old could be. I swallowed, schooling my face into something reassuring. "Thank you for telling me, but I can handle him, okay?"

Daisy pulled out of the hug and I let her tug me back inside. Glancing at the clock on the wall, it was only 6:30am and I was suddenly more awake, worried. "Daisy, why were you awake? Why were you outside so early?"

She sat on her bed and I sat next to her. "Um," she began, pushing her hair behind her ears. "I heard yesterday that some people from Camp Jupiter were coming today, real early, and I wanted to... I don't know, make sure he wasn't with them and if he was with them, tell you about it so you wouldn't be surprised."

My heart melted for my adorable little sister, and I nudged her shoulder. "Hey, that was really sweet of you, Daise. It means a lot that you care about me, but right now I need you to go back to bed, okay?" I kissed her temple. "We don't have to be up until 10, so try and get some more sleep, okay?"

Daisy nodded, giving me one last hug before slipping under the covers and closing her eyes. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief that she hadn't had a nightmare or anything- she was too young to be going on quests, and in my eyes she always would be.

Now that I was fully awake, the reality of the situation was hitting me. I'd likely see Jason today, at least I'd see him around if not have to interact with him directly. I looked over at my bed, mourning the idea of catching up on sleep, before I crept out the cabin door, closing it silently behind me.

The air was still cold and I let it chill me, let it counter the warming effect of the adrenaline creeping through my veins. A deep breath wasn't quiet enough to convince me I wasn't anxious, and I started walking.

No one else was really up, and I stayed away from the Big House so I didn't have to hear any of the Camp Jupiter people this early in the morning. I wasn't really aware of where I was going, letting intuition guide me until I was up near the strawberry fields.

I snuck a strawberry, revelling in my tiny rebellious act, and I sat with my back against a tree.

Something snapped, and I was standing again, hand flying to my wrist where I kept my whip coiled around as a bracelet. My eyes met sky blue ones.

"Whoa, just me, I promise."

Jason's voice sent me reeling- it both calmed me down and sent aggressive energy coursing through me. I wobbled on unsteady feet before deciding to slump back down against the tree.

"What, following me now, Grace?" My voice didn't come out as bitter as I wanted it to. Jason slipped down beside me, a few inches between us.

Silence reigned for a minute. He was going to speak first, I was sure of it. I had nothing to say to him that I could admit out loud.

I heard him inhale.

"I'm sorry."

Gods, I hated how much that soothed me. "Sorry for what?"

"For leaving you. For prioritising my work over you every time. For pretending everything was fine when it wasn't." He was looking out over the strawberry fields, hands clenching into the fabric of his jeans. "I fucked up. I fucked up so much because somehow I managed to lose the best thing that's ever happened to me and I've spent the last 3 months wondering why I didn't just... get my shit together."

The last part was said through a self-deprecating laugh and I held my hands in my lap to not reach out and reassure. He was right, he fucked up, I loved him with everything and he only loved me with something.

"Yeah, I wondered that too." I reached over and nabbed another strawberry. "So? If I'm the best thing that ever happened to you, what're you gonna do about it?"

I saw him shrug, and reach into his pocket, pulling out a slip of paper. "Well, this is a start, I suppose."

He handed me the paper, and I opened it up. "You... You're not a praetor? I thought- why are you not a praetor?"

Jason smiled slightly, head hanging down. "Because I'm a kid. Because I don't want to be in charge anymore." He looked up at me. "Because if you were to give me a second chance, I wanted you to know it would already be better."

Oh. Oh, he did this for me? He... he was always going to be in charge, he was the son of Jupiter, how could he not...?

"I know I don't have any right to ask for you back," he continued, the smallest hope creeping into his voice. "But the fact that you haven't thrown that paper back in my face and told me to fuck off is a positive sign, right?"

Despite myself, I laughed. "Watch it, Jason, I'm not forgiving you right away."

He held up his hands, but his smile got a little bigger. "Right away, huh? Does that mean... do you think it would be okay if I tried to win you back? I'll plan a really good first date, I swear."

Curse everything, curse my stupid, hopeless, romantic heart.

"You better court me like a proper gentleman, Grace, or I'll set my sister on you."

He grinned, properly grinned, and it sent a shot of warmth right through me. "Of course, I don't think I could stand up to Daisy if I tried."

I nodded. "Quite right, she's very protective." I reached for another strawberry, letting the inches between us reduce, just for a moment.

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okay i really hope that was good, thank you for requesting!

#jason grace #jason grace imagine #jason x reader #jason x male!reader #jason grace x male!reader

[willsimpforanyone]

the stolls getting caught from another one of their out-of-camp excursions and then getting scolded for sneaking out so reader pulls connor aside n gives him lots of cute lil kisses to cheer him up (○｀ 3′○)

the connor army has taken over my inbox lmao

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there's always a bit of a weird energy when the stolls get caught

its like they're so happy and excited that they snuck out and got to do the sneaky things they wanted to do

but also the guilt of getting caught and disappointing chiron

its a confusing mix of feelings for the brothers

this time they were gone for a little longer than usual

which meant chiron chewed them out for even longer and said he'd have to think about their punishment, to come see him the next day

so when your boy connor comes to find you, he looks a little lost

he starts explaining what he and travis did, and he looks so cute and excited but his eyes are darting all over the place and his hands are fluttering around anxiously

when he tells you how disappointed and mad chiron was, it makes sense

considering the gods aren't very involved in their kids' lives, chiron is a surrogate parent, particularly for kids that have been at camp for years like connor

so he's really proud of his and travis' plan, which would have made hermes proud, but he's feeling guilty that he let chiron down at the same time

you take his hands, linking your fingers to pull him closer to you, and peck a kiss on his nose in the middle of his sentence

he stops talking, eyes wide, and you take that moment of silence to press a quick kiss to his lips

you can almost see the worry and anxiety melt off his shoulders and a small smile slide onto his face

his cheeks, forehead, jawline, nose, every part of his face gets covered in little kisses from you

as a distraction, it works beautifully

he starts pouting when you haven't kissed him on the lips again, whining a little and making you laugh

your hands come up to cradle his cheeks and you pull him into a long, sweet kiss

connor's arms wrap around you and he sighs into the kiss, calm and feeling safe with you

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thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoyed!

#connor stoll #connor x reader #connor stoll imagine #connor stoll x reader

[willsimpforanyone]

Do you think you could do a leo valdez smut? Where the reader is more introverted and quiet outside in day to day stuff but gets really flirty in bed or and alone with Leo

i can absolutely do that for u <3

obv everyone is an adult! they get given wine! they have an apartment! u think anyone under the age of 25 can afford their own flat rn?

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I smile softly as Leo's friends laugh loudly. His hand rests on my thigh and I lean my head on his shoulder, content to just listen to the conversation for now.

It was nice having people round now that we'd officially moved into our apartment, various friends bringing wine and sweet treats that Leo and I got to indulge in once everyone had gone.

Leo turns his head, lips just touching my ear. "You alright, baby?"

I nod, hand reaching for his on my thigh and squeezing it. "Yeah, I'm good." Satisfied, Leo presses a quick kiss to my cheek and returned to the conversation at hand.

After another hour or so, it was decided that people should leave- it was late, the sun just setting and goodbyes were said. I stay back, waving and accepting hugs as they were given to me, but otherwise letting Leo deal with corralling people out our door.

The lock clicks shut, and he breathes a sigh of relief, resting his forehead against the door. "I love mis amigos, I do but holy shit." He turns, tired eyes and tired smile meeting mine. "They sure are loud, huh?"

I laugh, wandering over to him and wrapping my arms around his waist. "You're loud too, y'know."

He slips his hands behind my back, pulling me closer and pressing a kiss to my nose. "Well, yeah, but I'm cute, so."

"Very much so." I wink at him, enjoying the light dust of red that settled on his nose at the gesture. "Kinda hot too, I guess."

Leo gasps, offended. "'Kinda hot'? Excuse you, I'm gorgeous!" He wriggles out of my grip, stalking across the room in a dramatic fashion to the bedroom door. Eyes flashing, he whips his head back to look at me. "You should think yourself lucky!" And he waltzs into the bedroom, leaving the door open.

I laugh, walking to where he'd disappeared. He's sat on the bed, arms folded, muttering something about 'kinda hot' and 'outrageous'. Rolling my eyes fondly, I pad over to him, pulling at his crossed arms until he gave in, failing to hide a grin.

"Fine, okay? You're gorgeous." I lean down to press a kiss to his cheek. "And handsome." Kiss to his other cheek. "And hot." Kiss to his nose. "And so, incredibly, unbelievably sexy." I catch his lips in a kiss, my hands coming up to cradle his head. His eyes slip shut and he hums against my lips.

I pull back to see him properly, a slightly glazed look coming over his face and a dopey smile contrasting my sharper smirk. "Aww, aren't you pretty? I get all you attention now, don't I, baby?"

Leo nods before he even registers the question and I squeeze his cheeks together. It barely takes a hand against his chest to get him to lay down on the bed, the air punched out of his lungs at the force. I climb on top of him, eyes narrow and predatory.

Before he can say anything, I dive down into the junction between his neck and shoulder, licking a stripe up his skin. His breath catches in his throat and I bite down very lightly. His hands fly to my hips, fingers tangling in the fabric of my tshirt.

"I swear," he whispers. "No one would ever believe me if I told them what you were really like."

I give him a curious hum, hands slowly holding his and guiding them above his head.

Leo groans as he pinned, my lips still attached to his neck. "You're so... quiet, inside yourself when we're around people." I feel him clear his throat. "W-why is that?"

I pull back, looking a little thoughtful. Leo's hands, now free as I rest mine on my thighs, return to holding my hips. "I mean, I'm introverted, I guess. Not good with large groups of people, no matter how nice they might be." I smirk down at him, settling into his lap a little further and drawing a whine from my boyfriend. "And anyway, right now I'd rather have something else inside me."

Leo actively chokes on air, eyes wide. "H-holy shit, see? This is what I mean!" He sits up, fingers pulling at the jeans I'm wearing. "You're a deceptive thing, intent on making me die."

"Lies." I lean back over him, grinding my hips down as Leo swears in Spanish. "Lies and slander, I tell you."

I don't even give him enough time to reply, undoing his jeans and slipping my hand over his cock. His eyes widened and his grip on my hips tightened. "O-okay, fuck..."

I hop off of him, beginning to strip. "Everything off, Valdez, now."

He nearly fell off the bed with how quickly he pulled his jeans off, head briefly getting stuck in his tshirt. I laugh and help him out of it, then made quick work of my underwear.

Leo's eyes were darting over me, absorbing my body. His hands reached out, smoothing over my stomach and round my back to pull me to him again. "How... how are you so gorgeous? I don't understand..." His voice is breathy and I shrug, electing not to answer but instead reach down and slide my fingers through my folds.

My hand comes back shiny and wet, and I tap two fingers against Leo's mouth. He obediently taked them into his mouth, cleaning them. He looks so fucking pretty, dark curly hair dusting over tanned skin and slender arms wrapping around me.

"Ready?"

He nods frantically, shifting back as I straddle his legs. "Nope, words, baby."

Leo swallows, blinking and trying to focus. "Y-yes, green, verde, very much yes!"

I don't bother supressing a laugh, grasping his cock and jerking it quickly, pulling him to full hardness as he gasps and his hips twitch under my touch. I waste no more time, hissing through my teeth as I push down, the slight sting of being filled making me dig my nails into Leo's chest.

He almost stops breathing as soon as I'm sat in his lap, his dick fully inside me and I can feel his stomach muscles tensing with restraint under me. I breathe out, adjusting to the feeling, rocking very slightly back and forth. Leo swallows, eyelashes fluttering as he looks up at me.

"Y-you're gonna kill me, but at this point? I really don't care."

I merely grin, settling my hands on his chest before I began to ride him in earnest. I wrench moans and whimpers from his lips, my nails carving crescent moons into his flesh and his fingers bruising my hips from how tightly he was holding them.

Leo's hips push up into me as best he can, rhythm steady at first, then becoming more sporadic as he chases his end, eyes squeezed shut.

"Forget what they'd think of me, what would your friends think of you, baby?" I tease, a wicked smirk settling on my lips as Leo throws his head back and slurs something in Spanish.

"C-close, so close, fu-uck...!" He groans out, snapping his hips into me. I nearly fall, catching myself with my arms either side of his head. My lips caress his cheek, leading to his ear.

"You don't get to come before I do, understand?"

He nods, whining out a 'yes' and one of his hands leaves my hips, instead locating my clit and applying circular pressure that knocks the wind out of me. I clutch at the bedsheets, the combination of his cock hitting deep inside me and his thumb sending me spiralling into pleasure, my orgasm slamming into me like a wave.

By this point, Leo knows my body so well he can tell the exact moment I come, taking that as permission so he can follow suit. It only takes a few more seconds before he's gasping, crying out my name and holding me flush against him.

We breathe in time, and I feel his heartrate slowly regulate. I press kisses onto any piece of skin I can reach without moving, silently loving him. He strokes my back, seemingly content for me to just lie on him until we can both be bothered to move.

"So. Did I kill you?"

Leo laughs breathlessly. "Yes, you did, you're awful, now don't ever move away, ever."

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this legit took me hours bc my brain did NOT want to play nicely but i hope you enjoyed it! thank you for requesting!

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[willsimpforanyone]

hi hi how're ya doing?? :D

wanted to make sure you're okay, like drinking water and staying healthy and etc

though, if it doesn't bother you, when do you think you'll be done w/ requests?? i do have one, but idk if asking it will pressure u or smth-

hi hi! i'm doing okay, shit's been a bit crazy since i moved back from uni bc i need a JobTM and to not have my body hate me but i am trying to write requests when i can - unmedicated adhd means it's hard to focus but i will get through my inbox! i don't know when i'll be done bc i have about 20 asks but i'll switch my requests to open as soon as i can <3

[willsimpforanyone]

Hiii, I’m rather new to your page but I love your writing. I know you already have quite a lot of requests so feel free to ignore this one. If you choose to write it though, I’d be happy.

Connor Stoll x daughter of Dionysus!reader. Maybe like him comforting her after her dad gets recalled as camp director cause she’s super upset due to her dad being one of the main reasons she stayed at camp, and him just trying to make reader who he has a major crush on feel like she’s important and she matters? And maybe if it’s not too much of a bother he sings her the song Our Future Days (I believe it’s by Pearl Jam) because she loves music, and it actually makes her feel a lot better and she listens closely to the lyrics and they end up together?

Just like pure fluff, I feel like this would be really cute.

i might not do the song but i can definitely do connor comforting reader! it's a little bit angsty but then connor appears and its all okay

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I sniffed as I looked over at the porch in front of the Big House, still half-expecting Dionysus to be there, drinking some sugary crap out of a can. Of course, he wasn't there, hadn't been there for a week now.

Sighing, I continued walking, not particular destination in mind. It had been hard, my dad leaving. I didn't have another parent, or not one that wanted anything to do with me, so Dionysus was the only family I had outside of Pollux. And now he was gone.

It was hard not to feel abandoned, when I'd chosen to stay at camp for him. I loved my half brother, but we weren't that close, sticking together only so we could protect each other when needed. I was tired of crying, tired of missing my dad...

An arm slung itself over my shoulder. "Hey, you okay?"

I looked up to see Connor, a bright smile on his face that dimmed slightly when his eyes found the tears that welled up in my eyes. I leaned into him, sighing and sniffling slightly.

"Y-yeah, yeah, I'm good, Con, thanks."

He used his arm around me to stop me, holding me back from continuing to walk away. "No, you're not." He frowned at me even as I plastered on my best fake smile. "Don't look at me like that, you can't fool me."

"Like what?" I said brightly, filling my voice with artificial sunshine. "I'm fine, I totally don't miss my dad and wish he were still here or feel completely alone in this camp, everything's good!" To my credit, Connor laughed a little at my overly optimistic tone.

He turned us so he was in front of me, hands on my shoulders. His head ducked down so we were eye to eye.

"You're not fine." He decided firmly. "C'mere."

In a moment, I was wrapped up in Connor's arms, head buried into his neck and arms around his waist with his arms around my shoulders. I felt my knees wobble and held on tighter, willing myself not to cry in front of the guy I was a little bit in love with.

I took in a shuddering breath, inhaling his scent and letting it relax me. I felt him mumble into my hair.

"You don't have to be okay, you don't have to pretend." One hand came up to cup the back of my head. "Not with me, okay?"

Pretending really hard I wasn't crying, I laughed wetly. "Not with you, huh?"

Connor pressed a kiss to my head, catching me by pleasant surprise. "Nah, never with me." He pulled back, hands slipping to hold my cheeks and grinning. "I can see right through that shit, okay?"

Nodding, I blushed red and grinned back. "Okay, then everything sucks, I'm lonely and I miss my dad. How's that?"

"Much better." Connor nodded in satisfaction, unconsciously stroking his thumb over my cheek. "Now I know what you need help with, see?"

Rolling my eyes, I kept my arms round his waist, unwilling to pull away. "And how are you gonna help, huh?"

He shrugged. "Don't know yet." Connor smiled softly at me, going bright red before kissing my forehead. "I just know that I want to."

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i hope you like it, thank you so much for waiting patiently!!

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[willsimpforanyone]

Request: could you do a Leo Valdez x any gender reader, where after a while into their relationship Leo seems to not be as enthusiastic and active in the relationship while reader is trying to mend their relationship again, but in the end chooses to break up with Leo (TL;DR is that Leo is no longer trying in the relationship and reader let's go)

(Only if this is okay, you can take your time with making these, just make sure to take care of yourself)

very sweet of you to worry about me <3

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I knocked on the Hephaestus cabin door, rocking back and forth on my heels. The door opened, and a girl of about 14 stood in front of me. I didn't know her name- or maybe I did, I just couldn't remember it right now.

She looked at me, eyebrow raised.

"Um, hi." I tried for a smile. "Do you know if Leo's here?"

She shook her head. "Nope, he's not here, he's probably in the bunker or something."

I thanked her, walking away from the cabin and into the forest to find the bunker. The flowers in my hand were getting a little crumpled, but I held them straight as much as I could. By some miracle, I didn't twist my ankle in my heels.

The entrance to the bunker was ajar, sounds of machinery whirring coming from inside. I stepped inside, brushing off my cleanest pair of jeans- it's hard to wear formal wear in the camp but I did the best I could.

"Leo? You in here?" My shoes clicked on the floor and I gazed around, trying not to cringe at the strong smell of engine oil.

There was a bang, muffled swearing and Leo crawled out from under... some kind of machine. His curls were damp with sweat and grease was smeared all over his hands and forearms.

I tried very hard not to notice that as I perked up on seeing him, he seemed to deflate. Leo wiped his hands on a rag from his pocket. "Uh, hey, babe, what brings you here?"

Did he forget? I blink, holding out the flowers. "I-it's our date night, remember?" The blank look on his face is less than encouraging. "You promised we'd do something special."

Leo reached out slowly, only just close enough to take the flowers. He sighed, placing them on a workbench off to the side. "I'm sorry, chica, I'm just really busy right now." He turned away, grabbing a hammer from a table. "I'll catch up with you later, yeah?"

Catch up later? What?

I crossed my arms, fingers digging into my shirtsleeves. "No, no, wait, come back." I frowned as Leo's shoulders slumped and he turned back around. "What do you mean 'catch up later'? This isn't- we weren't just gonna hang out, we were gonna do something fun, go to the beach or something because we couldn't the last few weeks." I carefully refrained from saying it was because he said he was too busy.

Leo sighed, leaning back against his machine and scrutinising me like a maths problem he had yet to solve. "I don't know what you want from me, hun, I have work to do."

"Work you can't take even an hour away from?" I asked, a tight, knotted feeling twisting in my stomach. "Not even for your partner?"

The pause that followed sounded a little too much like 'I could, but I don't want to'.

"I just- I don't see why you're so bothered about missing a couple dates, it's not that big a deal." Leo shrugged, apathy staining his face like oil.

I took a deep breath, reminding myself that screaming your frustrations was only helpful when it was into a pillow or when venting to a friend. This was neither of those times, and surely Leo could be persuaded to see my point. That I deserved nice dates and that I was worthy of his time and appreciation.

Well, shit.

"Okay, let me explain it to you this way," I began. Leo nodded. "You flaking on four dates in a row makes me feel undervalued and underappreciated as a partner, especially since there has been no effort to make up that time that we set aside."

It was the best I could do without breaking into tears or slamming head into a wall.

Leo nodded again, slowly, and for a moment I was convinced he was truly considering what I said. Then he opened his mouth.

"But I don't see those dates as important. I'm busy a lot, people rely on me and that takes priority over..."

I held up my hands, stopping him in his tracks. The lump in my throat was nearly choking me but I swallowed anyway.

"That-that's the issue, Leo, they're very important to me so they should at least be a consideration to you." I stuffed my hands in my pockets to stop them shaking. "But I-I guess you don't care, right?"

He scuffed his shoe against the floor like a kid. "I care, babe, I do."

Everything he did, everything he said, was so apathetic. I was stood before him in the best outfit I could wear, I bought him flowers and he didn't even say 'thank you', didn't say that I looked nice. He used to practically drool over me in heels, arms around my waist and whispering how gorgeous I looked in my ear.

He shouldn't need persuading that I deserved his time. I shouldn't have to convince him to go on dates, to pay me a little attention.

We stared at each other in silence for a moment.

I took a step back. "No, you don't." Turning on my heel, I stalked back over to the entrance. "You don't care." I stripped off my heels and walked barefoot back out into the forest.

With each step, I longed for him to call for me, to make me stop, to come after me and apologise, say he was so sorry for not treating me right, that he would make it all up to me.

But silence followed my departure, broken only by the hiccuping breaths I took trying not to burst into tears.

Head held as high as I could, I marched back into camp and into my cabin. It wasn't empty, and a few of my older siblings looked up at my arrival.

It took them less than a second to know what happened.

The door was shut behind me, the heels taken from my hands and I was sat on a bed, staring straight ahead of me.

"Well." My voice was wobbly, hands clenched in fists. "I don't think there's going to be another date."

The creaking dam holding my emotions back split up the middle. My ribs heaved, lungs gasping for air between sobs. Mascara stained my cheeks and I clung onto whoever was hugging me. It felt like I was screaming, voice hoarse and shaky, exhausted after keeping composure all the way back.

No one said anything, they just held me until I was quieter, no longer loud, bone-wracking sobs but small hiccups, the sound of someone who's been trapped for so long and finally had an outlet.

My older sister pressed kisses to my head, murmuring about how he didn't deserve me, how much better I was than him. My older brother guided the two of us onto another bed, getting the youngest of us ready to sleep. Each of them gave me a kiss on the cheek before bed, worried looks marring their little faces.

When everyone else was asleep, the three of us crowded onto the sofa. No more words were said, that was for tomorrow. For now, I just needed to know someone cared about me.

Someone cared.

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I just remembered this prompt from wattpad or Tumblr and that it's good for angst.

Request for a Brother!reader x Percy Jackson, where the reader is slowly getting tired of always just being compared to Percy (about how he did so much while the reader just did small things for camp) which leads to reader holding some animosity towards Percy, so he just run away due to Percy not saying or even noticing what's happening to his brother leaving Percy to be sad and wishing he could've been there to stop some of the comparison

(sorry if this was too long, also, you can decide what happens to the reader after running away)

thank you for requesting!

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I stared at my reflection. I don't look much like Percy. Less muscled, for sure, but when one of us has ten times the life experience of the other, that's bound to happen.

I don't even know if I look like my dad; my mom always said I had his nose, a strong, Grecian nose. Both Percy and I have his eyes, though mine have always been... more muted, like the ocean in December.

"Hey, c'mon, we gotta practice."

Percy's voice filtered through the door of the bathroom and I sighed, zipping up my hoodie and throwing the hood over my head. "Yeah, yeah, like you need the practice."

He threw his arm around my shoulders and grinned at me. "Okay, then you gotta practice so I don't have to cover your ass every time there's a battle."

I ducked my head and elbowed him. He backed off, laughing, and I kept my eyes to the ground to hide my scowl. He didn't mean it, I know he didn't, but it still pierced through my ribs, icy and sharp.

There were about a dozen people in the amphitheatre, choosing weapons, slashing at dummies and each other. Percy uncapped Riptide, bronze blade gleaming in the midday sun, and gestured for me to unsheath my own weapon. I pulled out my shortsword from it's sheath at my side, the enchanted iron a familiar weight in my hand.

Already there were whispers surrounding us; watching Percy fight was a spectacle for a lot of campers. I doubted it even mattered that he was just here to help his incompetent brother, they were waiting to see him kick someone's ass. In this case, it would be mine.

I took a deep breath, shaking off some of the negativity. This was Percy, who I trusted to be able to resist the siren call of a performance in favour of actually being a good teacher. It shouldn't matter that there were more people here than there were a minute ago, he was here for me.

That gave me a little encouragement, and I faced him, sword at the ready. He grinned at me, and I managed a smile back. "Come on then, Jackson, what're you waiting for?"

He lunged forward and I swiftly sidestepped, slashing towards his arm. My sword hit against his armour and he spun round, aiming for my side. I could tell he was taking it easy on me, giving me a chance to learn to anticipate his moves.

I was almost having fun. For a moment, it was just me and my brother, the way it was when we first came to camp. I remember being terrified I would never see him again each time he was sent off on a quest, that I would lose my brother forever but he always came back, eventually.

For a split second, I gained the upper hand, pushing Percy back from the assault and attacking rather than defending. Swordplay had never been my strong suit, but I was good enough.

Until somehow he slipped under my arm, dodging the mad swing I made for him and twisting so he ended up with Riptide at my throat from behind. Both of us were panting, and I realised I really should have taken my hoodie off before I started fighting.

There was a cheer from around us, and Percy took his blade away from my neck, clapping me on the shoulder. "Maybe next time," he panted, backing away slightly. I made to turn and reply, but Percy was already swamped, younger campers and friends congratulating him. Annabeth sauntered over to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Don't know why they're so excited, it's not like it was a difficult fight." She said it quietly, in his ear, but I heard it anyway. Percy just laughed, and pecked her lips.

I was torn- I tried! I tried to fight him properly, I swear, it wasn't an easy fight, at least I don't think so. Even if it was, why should he get all the praise and attention? No one else other than Annabeth was willing to fight him, I was holding my own against him.

I shrunk in on myself, hiding as much as I could in my hood, and slipped away from the amphitheatre. My sword tapped against my leg in it's sheath as I slunk back to the Posiden cabin. I shut the door, not bothering to lock it behind me; it's not as if anyone would come looking for me now wonder boy was outside.

Rooting around under my pillow, I withdrew a photo. It was a couple years old now, creased in the middle. I traced the fold lines, time separating me from my mom. She died trying to protect me from a monster that came to kill me when I was 12. I still have some of her things, everything else was burned down with the house.

My mouth tasted bitter as I remembered that Percy, only a year older than me, had found me and taken me to camp in the middle of the school year. I'd idolised him, and for a while we were inseparable until he kept being chosen. He was special, he was the one sent on quests and given power and was more connected to our dad that I would ever be.

I took a shuddering breath, looking down at my mom and feeling that gnawing, craving ache of grief; for her, for never knowing my dad, for feeling like I was losing the only other family I had.

There was a noise outside, a few feet from the door. I snapped my head up, eyes watery. From what I could hear, it was a couple of kids, no older than 8 years old.

"That's Percy Jackson's cabin!"

"Whoa, cool! He has a whole cabin all to himself?"

"No, dummy, his brother lives there too, duh."

"He has a brother? I didn't know that."

"Did you know he defeated Ares when he was like, 12? That's so cool."

They walked away, fully invested in their hero worship of my brother. People didn't even know I was his brother? Maybe they were new, they didn't know anyone, it wasn't fair to be angry at them for something out of their control.

They knew him, though.

That voice was insidious, echoing in my skull. They might have been new, but they knew who Percy Jackson was.

I folded the photo back up, and went to put it back under my pillow. Slowly, I reached into the drawer of the bedside table, pulling out a notebook and slipping the photo into the middle of it.

Without even really meaning to, I found my backpack stuffed into a corner. I scanned the room for my stuff, acknowledging that it couldn't all fit in my bag. Didn't matter, I didn't need much.

Some of my clothes went into the bottom of the bag. The contents of my bedside table was packed, a couple toiletries, as much as I could fit. I changed my shoes, finding a sturdier pair than the ones I was wearing.

I needed food. It was about lunchtime, I could grab some stuff and give an offering to Posiden for safe passage or something. Not that he'd be much help. I found a plastic box from somewhere and hid it in my clothes. I was out and back in 20 minutes, ignoring the few attempts at conversation. The plastic box was filled with food, and I swiped a cannister with water from a table.

I waited until it was dark, the sun just dipping below the horizon and painting the sky in dusky pinks and purples. Everyone would be getting something to eat after a long day at camp. Perfect.

The door shut quietly behind me, backpack slung over my shoulder and my sword at my hip. I should be able to get out unnoticed if I cut through the forest, and I slipped into the shadows of the trees.

A cough came from by my side.

I jumped a foot in the air and swore loudly, clapping a hand across my mouth a little too late. Nico di Angelo was leaning against a tree, dark hair not quite hiding his judging look.

No, not judging. Curious.

Feeling a little under the microscope, I let him take in everything about me- there was no reasonable explanation as to why I'd be here.

After a painful minute of silence between us, he shrugged. Reaching into a pocket, Nico tossed me a piece of plastic; a phone.

"Someone should know where you are."

I nodded and Nico seemed to melt into the shadows of the trees. I was alone, actually alone. Maybe I should have been worried he would immediately run to Percy or Chiron, but I trusted him. He didn't try to stop me, it seemed like he just wanted to make sure I didn't die.

Which, in a weird way, is the most caring thing anyone's ever done for me.

I steeled myself, slipping the phone into my pocket. I couldn't see the barrier that kept camp safe from here, but I knew I'd know once I passed through it.

Deep breaths. Let's get out of here.

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