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the furrys im cackling

texting bf!rafe…

𝜗𝜚 warnings: suggestive content ( more texts here )

real

the percy jackson movies are good, actually (4/?): iconic lines 🏆 from the lightning thief ⚡

I need to see this shit in HD (gif from @mttztrading)

one word.

masterpiece

I didn’t project myself onto the reader whatttt…

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“white holes- mphm- are the opposite of black- mhm- black holes.” you sigh as percy kisses you again. nonetheless, you attempt to continue. “they are rumored to-” kiss. “to be a portal to another-” kiss. “another universe.”

“that’s that multiverse theory?” percy pulls away only a moment to ask, quickly connecting your lips again before you can properly respond. his fingers wrap around the belt loop of your jeans, pulling your hips into his where you feel his evident hardness.

“mhm- yes, only a suggestion—” another kiss. “white holes can disperse tons of-” kiss. “energy density and-” kiss. “particles. they could also-” peck. “be connected by a wormhole.”

“go on,” percy murmurs against your lips. you follow.

“white holes are opposites of- mphm- black holes, energy, matter an- mhm- and light can leave from the hole- mphm- but can’t be entered from the outside.” you quickly recite the last words.

you feel percy smirk against your lips now, a no-good sign, you know it all too well by now. “good thing you’re not a white hole then. though technically—”

“perseus.”

“sorry.” he continues his previous lip-locking.

“anyways, scientists think that- mphmm- super energetic objects- hm- could be white holes.” a third kiss.

frustrated, you pull away far enough so percy can’t reattach his lips with yours. you place your hand on his chest to stop him from moving any further towards you.

“will you let me talk?!”

“you are talking! are you not?”

you groan. “percy— I can’t handle you.”

“awww, c’mon, sweet girl. I’m listening. multitasking.”

“really? multitasking?”

he nods rapidly. you roll your eyes.

“I don’t think you’re capable of multitasking.”

“you’re killin’ me here, sweet girl,” he whines. childish.

“fine,” you agree. “then we’ll chat later.”

percy pouts. “I like when you talk about your nerdy science shit though. turns me on.”

“I realized.” you cock a brow and look down to the visible tent in his jeans. “just let me finish, kay?”

he purses his lips, thinking for a second. “quickly. It’s getting a lil’ uncomfortable here.”

you close your eyes and shake your head. “fine. as I was saying… scientists also think that the big bang was—” your sentence gets cut off short by another kiss. not much to your surprise, he cannot let you finish.

I finally found my freak omg guys (I’m talking to myself btw)

Freaky Ahhhh Headcanons

Wally Clark x AFAB!Reader

Warings: This is just pure smut. Oral (both giving and receiving) Overstimulation. Face sitting. Public Exhibition. Slight Dacryphilia. Kinda Rough. I think that's it.

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This man is a Freak with a capital F. Jaw dropping, eyes rolling back, sheet grabbing, pantie dropping, pussy dripping freak. 

Munch Munch Munch, idc if it's an outdated term it’s the only way i can describe him. He’d have you on your back or stomach for hours while he lays between your legs. He won't stop until you’re begging and crying for mercy. (I need a lobotomy)

With that being said he would beg you to sit on his face. He doesn't care how light or heavy you are, he needs your full weight pressed against him while he eats you out from below. He’d make a complete mess of you. Have you doubled over, body limp as you try to pull your hips away only for him to pull you back down begging to make you cum just one more time. 

He’s a romantic but the poor guys been dead for 40 years and there aren't a lot of options in the school so forgive him if he's a little selfish at first. He’d absolutely destroy you, a rough brutal pace while he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. 

On that note he's very vocal. Loves telling you how beautiful you are especially when you’re on your knees for him. “Fuck baby, you look so beautiful taking me down your throat like that.” Said as he wipes away the tears gently running down your face. (Again SOMEBODY SEDATE ME)  

After your first time together he wouldn't know how to keep his hands off you. The memory of you beneath him constantly playing on repeat in his mind. 

He loves the idea of showing you off and since the living cant see either of you he uses it to his advantage. He will fuck you anywhere and everywhere. Over a desk in the middle of an active class? Why the hell not? In the pool while the swim teams practicing? He's diving right in. Teachers lounge while the sad sacks sit around drinking coffee? Absolutely. 

Lets not forget about the resets. The body never changes aka infinite energy. Round after round after round. 

(Okay I’m done. I wrote this at work so sorry if it's shitty. Honestly I think I'm losing my mind. Like actually clinically insane. I think it’s time I call my therapist. Happy valentines day 😚 💞)

older men do it better

jack champion is so

this is so much better now that I’m on mine lmao

edit:my sentence doesn’t make fucking sense sorry

period has been kicking my ass all day :((

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“percy…” you half whine-half whisper.

“I know, sweet girl.”

percy sighs and switches your position. he sits up against the headboard of his bed (adorned with tiny fish blue lights you had bought him. they were stupid, admittedly, but he put them up anyways), and pulls you to sit on his lap, laying your head against the warmth of his bare chest.

you drape your arms lazily around his shoulders, taking the invitation to rest against him. his hand rubs your back soothingly, lips placed against the top of your head.

“I’m going to rip out my uterus with my bare hands.” you nuzzle your face against his skin, hot tears falling from your eyes.

“I’ll help you through it then, how about that, sweet girl?”

you nod. “yes. I want you to hold my hand.”

“I can do that.” his hand moves from your back to tangle in your, running through it, his other hand rubbing your tummy to diminish your cramps.

“thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too, sweet girl.”

your bottom lip perks out and the tears fall more prominently. your emotions become unbearably difficult to handle at once. percy is aware he can’t do much to help— though to the best of his abilities, and with everything he possibly can do, he does it.

he allows you to let your emotions out. you had woken up around six in the morning with an aching tummy and blood— tons of it. you hadn’t left the bed since your period had began and you didn’t plan to leave for as long as you felt like this. but percy was content to sit here as much as you wanted if that’s what would make you happy.

“tell me what you need, sweet girl. I’ll get you anything.”

“just—” you inhale shakily and try to calm yourself. “I want you to stay with me.”

“I can do that.”

you dig your face farther into his skin if even possibly, taking in his scent to help refrain from letting any further tears fall from your eyes. you close them and imagine happier scenarios.

the beach, the soft waves flowing over the damp sand, sandcastles that percy happened to specialize in creating, and the tiny fish by the shore swimming around your ankles, tickling you and eliciting giggles.

it makes you laugh out loud in the midsts of slowed tears. you lift your head from percy’s chest. he uses his thumb to wipe away your tears before kissing your reddened nose.

“how’re you feeling, sweet girl?”

“I’m okay.”

he cracks a smile. “that’s good.”

you nod, agreeing, and return to your previous position. you place your ear over his heart and listen to the steadiness of it’s beats. it’s soothes you soon to sleep. and you woke to find percy had not once moved an inch.

“notice me”

luke castellan x aphrodite!reader (pt2 here)

content/trigger warnings: fem! reader, doesn’t follow the plot of tlt!, mentions of smut, sexual tension, manipulation?, groping, reader making luke jealous

a/n: the show has once again sparked up my love for the percy jackson book saga and charlie bushnell has me weakkk ughhh.. i normally don’t write for pjo characters but oh well, lmk if y’all want a continuation of this or just more luke castellan in general ;)

you had always been so used to being the center of attention. as a daughter of aphrodite, you had always been the most popular girl in school, and there was no shortage of boys falling for your charms

arriving at camp half-blood didn change that, nothing was different. except that, for the first time in your life, you found yourself chasing after the attention of a certain boy. luke castellan, the son of hermes and the head counselor of his cabin, he just wouldn’t fawn over you like the others would. despite your best efforts, luke had always remained indifferent to your constant flirting, leaving you feeling frustrated and determined to change his mind

you found yourself spending every waking moment trying to get his attention, trying to find some way to charm him and make him see you the way the other boys did. but no matter how hard you tried, luke remained distant and unimpressed

this week you were extremely busy, you were helping out in the infirmary, one of the apollo kids who usually worked in the infirmary had been sent on a quest and you were asked to fill in until they came back. juggling that with all your other responsibilities as counselor had you beyond occupied

during that week, annabeth barged in with two other guys; percy and luke. apparently their sparring session had gone a little out of hand and they were both injured

luke was already aware of how you’ve been trying to get his attention these past few years. he actually seems to quite like having you, the most fawned over girl at camp, fawning over him instead. he liked the attention you gave him, though he knew that if he ever gave in to your charms you would stop, so he didn’t

he was fully prepared and expected you to be the one to tend to him, so when he sees you head to percy and tend to him while an apollo girl tended to him he was confused

what happened? why would you choose percy over him? we’re you tired of him? did you give up on trying to win him over? luke’s confusion quickly turned to frustration, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as he watched you tend to percy’s wounds

"how are you feeling, percy?" you asked, giving him a warm smile, one that always had the boys weak in the knees. "n-not great, but i’ll manage" he laughed awkwardly, suddenly nervous. you put your hand on his shoulder, giving it a small squeeze "oh, i’m sure you’ll live”

out of the corner of your eye, you saw luke. he was watching you, watching the way you cared for percy. this was the first time you had ever caught him staring at you with such intensity

so you’re plan was working. you had tried everything to get his attention and you had only one trick left in your arsenal; jealosy. no boy is immune to jealousy, and that was exactly how you were gonna get him

in the end, all you had to do was throw some water at percy and he was good to go. luke though, he had to spend the night in the infirmary

the other apollo kid had left a few minutes ago, something about ‘having other things to do’. so it was just luke and you in the infirmary. you walk over to luke's bed and start tending to his wounds

“oh so now you wanna take care of me? how nice of you” he speaks, sarcasm dripping from his words. “you can tough it out, can't you?" you tease, dabbing away at his cuts with an alcohol-soaked cotton ball. luke is watching you intently and you can feel the tension in the room increasing, his eyes fixated on your hands as you work

luke’s eyes narrow, and you can see the rage boiling beneath the surface. he’s frustrated, jealous, and he doesn't know what to do with all these emotions. you’ve never seen him like this before, and it's a thrill to know that you have the power to make him feel this way

you try to ignore the tense atmosphere in the room, focusing instead on luke's wounds. you finish cleaning and bandaging the cut on his wrist, holding it up to your face to land a soft kiss on the bandages. “all done” you whisper. he tenses at the feeling of your soft lips, and you can see the anger in his eyes. however, you can also see a hint of something else— desire

you look up at him with a smile, knowing that you've got him right where you want him. his eyes are locked on your every movement. you know that you have him wrapped around your finger, and it's a delicious feeling of power

luke’s expression is one of confusion, a mix of rage and desire. he wants you, and he wants to hate you at the same time. it’s a weird combo, but it's working for you.

you lean closer to him, your lips inches away from each other. you can feel his breath on your skin, the heat of his body as he's lying there

"you’re not stopping me" you state, breaking the silence. it’s a quiet, soft whisper, filled with a tiny bit of amusement

"maybe.. maybe i don’t want you to stop" he says, his eyes locked on yours, voice low and husky. you can see the desire building in him, how his gaze trails down to your lips

luke’s breathing quickened, and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. he knew that this was a game for you, a game where you would always be determined to win him over, but now, in this very moment, he felt like he was losing

he lets out a hiss of frustration, of desire, of... something. he’s sure knows that you're proud of it, but he’s not quite sure what to do about it

you leaned in for the kiss, your lips pressing gently against his, your hand running through his hair. you could feel his body tensing, his hands gripping your waist as he attempted to pull you on top of him

you pull away from the kiss slowly, your lips still pressed to his. luke is still trying to catch his breath, his eyes fixed on yours, searching for any hint of what your next move will be

"not bad" you whisper. "you’re playing a dangerous game here” he chuckles lowly, making your lower regions throb. you smirk softly and brush his hair out of his face “i’ll take my chances”

despite being injured, he pulls you on top of him, making you realize just how hard he’s been this whole time. his eyes are dark, and you can see the lust burning within them

you lean in for another kiss, this one soft and gentle. luke groans when he feels you grind against him, his hands moving down to grab hold of your ass

“i need you s’bad” he mutters out. you smirk as you slide off him, making him furrow his brows in confusion. you land a soft kiss on his cheek. “let’s do this when you’re not injured” you whisper in his ear. now he was alone and hard in the infirmary, how nice

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