— 💬 a/n: It's 3:12 a.m., I haven't slept and I have thoughts. Like ACTUAL thoughts. DELULU thoughts.
— 𝒫ercy 𝒥ackson ;; his pull out game is so-so but it's not really a game to him. it's a tragedy. he can pull out, he really can—but the second you clench around him and moan his name all breathy and wrecked? gone. he’s staying inside and apologizing for it while still twitching. “fuck, sorry, you just felt too good.” no self-control. man is one tight hug away from giving you triplets.
rating: 4/10
— 𝒥ason 𝒢race ;; textbook perfect. clinically correct. he’s the honor student of nut control. always pulls out with time to spare, wipes you down with a warm towel, kisses your forehead, and asks how you’re feeling. BUT—if you beg him not to? if you whimper a little and say “please”? he folds like a lawn chair.
rating: 9/10 when in control, 2/10 if you say “inside” in a pretty voice
— ℒeo 𝒱aldez ;; boy has ZERO pull out game. he doesn’t even pretend to try. he’ll be balls deep and babbling about how tight and warm you are, then let out a choked moan and cum inside you without warning. immediately follows up with a “fuckfuckfuck I was supposed to pull out” and then blames you for “being too sexy.”
rating: -3/10. negative.
— ℱrank 𝒵hang ;; he pulls out with sweet, apologetic gentleness. murmurs “almost there” and actually means it. doesn’t even thrust through the orgasm—he shudders and then paints your stomach like a gentleman. but the moment you say “it’s okay, baby, I’m on the pill”? oh. he’s finishing inside with a shaky moan and saying “you’re sure? really sure?” as he fills you up.
rating: 8/10 unless you give him permission—then all bets are off
— ℒuke 𝒞astellan ;; can pull out. just doesn’t. he’ll be like “what’s the point?” while holding your hips down and staying in deep, whispering “take it. you can take it.” he moans like it’s a religious experience and you’re lucky if you get a warning before he fills you up and says “mine.”
rating: 1/10. he’s breeding on purpose
Stormy's asks games ! :: I think we can safely say that a new section of "Stormy's asks games" is opening. Basically, You can send me "Games" either nsfw or sfw to the inbox and we can be delulu together 👭
example: this post
Reqs closed, asks games always open.
+ I saw it on Twitter and had to make it a pjo version, I lost the post, but credits for that one <3
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐬 : In which you have an extremely high sex drive and Percy can't keep up.
𝐜𝐰 : Switch ? Percy ⸝⸝ m! oral ⸝⸝ making out w soft dick ⸝⸝ praising ⸝⸝ grinding ⸝⸝ creampie(s)
Percy wondered about many things, the first being how he had pulled one of the most beautiful girls in the whole camp when he was an insecure teenager and you one of Aphrodite's children, and the second being how you could have such a big appetite for sex after so many years together.
The guy thought Aphrodite's kids were supposed to be all charm and beauty and he doesn't even know ! Just not— not this... this endless fucking machine. If he didn't love you so much, he'd be terrified.
Well, he was terrified.
You had started his day by giving him a blowjob between the sheets, laughing until you managed to swallow his seed. Later, between chores and training the young demigods, you had managed to get him between your legs again.
Percy also wondered how it was possible that you hadn't gotten pregnant with the number of times you made him ejaculate inside you; according to you because it felt a thousand times better to have all of him.
The thing is, by the time the day was over, you were both sweating even after showering together because apparently you hadn't finished with him after following him inside.
You crawled onto the bed beside him, your body humming with insistent ache. The day's exertions had left you sensitive and your pussy still tingling from the way he'd filled you over and over— but not satisfied. Not nearly !
Percy lay on his back, chest rising and falling in heavy breaths, his dark hair matted to his forehead. You traced a finger along his hip, feeling the faint tremor in his muscles.
His dick was soft against his thigh, spent and innocent-looking after you'd drained him dry four times already today. His balls looked tender, probably sore from all the cum he'd spilled for you over the day.
You dropped to your knees beside the bed, eyes locked on that limp length. It was cute like this, a pretty pink colour and relaxed, not the thick, veiny monster it became when you coaxed to life. You leaned in, inhaling his musky scent-salt and sweat and that faint tang of cum. Your tongue darted out, licking a slow stripe from the base to the tip.
It was floppy against your mouth, barely reacting, but you didn't care. You wanted it hard, needed it stretching you again.
"Come on, Perce," you murmured, leaning in. Your tongue flicked out once more, tracing the soft underside from base to tip.
Your boyfriend groaned, half-asleep, his hand coming up to rub his face.
"Babe," he muttered, voice rough. "It's been a full fuck day. My dick's done.."
It didn't twitch much at first— just the faint warmth spreading under your touch. You licked again, slower, savoring the salty residue of your earlier fun and then your mouth closed around the head, sucking gently, tongue swirling like you were coaxing a reluctant flame.
Percy shifted, propping himself on an elbow to watch. "You're insatiable. What is it with you and my soft cock? Just let it rest."
You pulled off with a wet pop, grinning up at him.
"Rest? This little guy's my favorite toy." You replied and dove back in, kissing along the shaft, your breath hot against the loose skin. It stayed mostly limp, refusing to swell, but you could feel the subtle pulse beneath.
Minutes stretched— five, maybe ten— your jaw starting to ache from the persistent effort. You sucked harder, hollowing your cheeks, then lapped at his balls, careful not to press too firm on the sensitive spots. He winced a little, but his hand found your hair, stroking absently, affectionate even in defeat.
"Aren't you persistent?" Percy asked, a tired laugh bubbling up as his eyes, sea-green and hazy, tracked your movements.
Part of him wanted to just pass out, but watching you- lips shiny, tits brushing his thigh— stirred something low in his gut. You were a vision, all need and devotion, and yeah, maybe he was a bit of a perv for getting off on the sight.
You hummed around him, the vibration pulling a soft grunt from his throat but still nothing much.
Time to up the ante.
You nuzzled the base, your voice dropping to a playful whisper right against the flesh. "Hey there, handsome. You can do it, hm? I know you're tired, but look at me.. I'm all wet and ready for you."
You planted a kiss on the tip, dumb smile curving your lips as if you were chatting with an actual person. "Come on, get nice and thick for me. I need you stretching my pussy again."
Percy snorted. "It's not gonna happen. Told you I'm tapped out."
But you tuned him out, eyes half-lidded, focused on the cock in your hands. You stroked it lightly with your fingers, then licked a broad stripe up the length.
"Shh, don't listen to him. He's grumpy, but you? You're my good boy. Grow for me, yeah? Make me proud and get all long and hard so I can fuck you silly."
Another kiss, deeper this time, your tongue dipping into the slit. You talked to it like that for what felt like forever, praising every tiny twitch, your words breathy and encouraging.
"That's it, baby dick. You're stirring. Knew you had it in you. Fuck, you're so cute when you're waking up."
To Percy's surprise— and hell, his growing interest— it worked. The blood flow trickled in, reluctantly at first, as the shaft thickened a bit, lengthening from soft handful to something semi-firm, curving slightly against your palm. Not rock-hard, but enough to bob when you tugged.
You popped off, beaming up at it like you'd won.
"Yes! Look at you, so perfect." You planted a firm kiss on the tip, tasting the bead of pre-cum that had finally leaked out. "Knew you could do it."
He stared down, a mix of awe and amusement. "Holy shit… Did you just sweet-talk my cock into action? That's a new one."
You laughed, low and wicked, crawling up to straddle his hips. Your pussy was slick, folds swollen from the day's teasing and your own endless want. You grabbed his semi-erect dick, guiding it to your entrance, rubbing the tip along your slit.
"Mmm, feel that? I'm still sooo wet for you."
But he wasn't quite there— too soft to push in without folding. So you ground down, letting the length slide over your clit instead, the friction sparking heat up your spine.
Percy gripped your thighs, thumbs digging in. "You're torturing me over here." His voice had that edge that said he was into it despite the ache in his balls.
You rocked harder, persistent, your clit pulsing against the warming shaft.
This endless stamina was your gift— or curse— letting you chase pleasure without burnout, but even you felt the sensitivity building, raw from the earlier fucks.
The cabin's wooden wall creaked faintly as you moved the bed with your soft thrusts, your breaths syncing with his.
"Fuck, Percy, it's perfect like this. Rubbing you right… there…" You hugged him close, arms around his neck, tits pressing to his chest as you ground in circles.
The pressure built nice, your thighs clenching slightly his sides, and then you came— shuddering, a huff of air escaping as you buried your face in his shoulder. Juices slicked his cock even more, making it glisten.
He held you through it, hands roaming your back, affectionate murmurs in your ear. "There you go. God, you're beautiful when you cum."
Panting, you lifted your head, feeling his dick now - throbbing, harder from the stimulation, finally rigid enough to take you.
It wasn't his usual steel, but it was serviceable, the head nudging your folds insistently. You shifted, sinking down slow, inch by inch.
"Yes… Finally inside me." You didn't know when to stop, did you? Just had an orgasm and already looking for more.
He filled you just enough, the stretch satisfying that deep itch. You started riding, hips rolling in a steady rhythm, your walls clenching around him.
Percy groaned, head falling back. "Shit, you're tight. Easy, babe I'm sensitive as hell.."
But you didn't ease up— bouncing happily, tits jiggling with each drop. The bed squeaked under you, the air thick with the sounds of your pussy taking him.
It was all you, drawing out those weak bucks from his hips. His balls brushed your ass with every grind, probably stinging, but he didn't complain— just watched you with that tired, loving gaze.
"Fuck me, Percy," you gasped, leaning forward to kiss him. Your tongue tangled with his, tasting salt and him. You rode faster, chasing another peak, your clit grinding his base. He was close too, you could tell- his dick twitching inside you.
"I'm not gonna last," he warned, voice strained. His hands squeezed your ass, guiding you down harder.
"Don't care. Cum inside again."
The sole idea of it pushed you over, your orgasm ripping through, your cunt spasming around him. He followed with a weak spurt, not the flood he normally gave you, but enough to warm your insides— a final, exhausted release.
You collapsed onto him, both of you slick and spent, the cabin quiet except for your shared breaths.
As the aftershocks faded, you nuzzled his neck, a content hum escaping your lips. Percy wrapped his arms around you, kissing your temple. "You're gonna be the death of me, you know that?"
You chuckled softly, lifting your head to meet his eyes. "What a way to go. Hero of Olympus, taken down by his girlfriend's pussy."
how about percy getting all putty and whiny, eyes rolling back, when reader rides him?
Overstimulated
Pairing: Percy Jackson x f! readers
TW: Sexual Content/Overstimulation/Vulnerability/Power Dynamics/Physical Intensity.
A/N: sub!Percy is gonna be the death of me.
The salt-scented air of the Poseidon cabin was thick with heat, the only sound the rhythmic, muffled thrum of the Long Island Sound against the hull-like walls. Percy was usually the one in control—the hero who faced down Titans and giants, the leader who kept his head when the world was ending—but here, pinned to the silk sheets of his bed, he was utterly defenseless. The cool blue lighting of the cabin seemed to pulse in time with his racing heart, casting deep shadows over the sharp planes of his face.
You moved with a slow, agonizing deliberation, your hands braced against his chest. Every time you shifted your weight, the friction sent a jolt through him that made his toes curl into the mattress. Percy’s breath came in ragged, hitching gasps, his fingers digging blindly into the bedding as he tried to find some semblance of an anchor. The sheets bunched beneath his knuckles, a poor substitute for the stability he so desperately craved.
"You're... you’re doing that on purpose," he managed to choke out, though it sounded more like a plea than a tongue-in-cheek accusation. His voice was thick, dropped an octave into a raw, gravelly tone that betrayed exactly how close to the edge he was. His chest heaved beneath your palms, the skin slick with a fine sheen of sweat that made your touch slide effortlessly over his pounding heart.
As you leaned forward, hair brushing against his feverish skin, you watched the transformation take hold of him. The "Hero of Olympus" was gone, replaced by a boy who was rapidly coming undone. His head fell back against the pillows, his neck straining, the tendons standing out in sharp relief like the rigging of a ship in a storm. He was unanchored, drifting into a sea of sensation that he had no hope of navigating.
When you sank down fully, a long, high-pitched whine broke from the back of his throat—a sound of pure, unadulterated surrender. It was a pathetic, needy little noise that he would have been mortified by in any other context, but right now, he was too far gone to care about his dignity. The sound vibrated through his entire frame, a shimmering note of desperation that filled the small space between you.
"Wait, wait," he whimpered, his hips stuttering upward in an involuntary, desperate search for more of you, even as his mind screamed that he couldn't take another second. His hands moved from the sheets to your thighs, his grip bruisingly tight for a fleeting moment, then softening immediately into a trembling caress, as if he’d lost the physical strength to hold on. "Please, just... you're killing me, you're actually killing me."
You didn't stop. You picked up the pace just a fraction, grinding down with a targeted pressure that shattered what little remained of his resolve, and that was the final breaking point.
Percy’s green eyes, usually so sharp, defiant, and full of life, began to glaze over. As the pleasure reached a fever pitch, his lids fluttered, losing the battle to stay open. His eyes rolled back until only the whites were visible—a physical manifestation of a mind completely short-circuited by overwhelming sensation. He looked dazed, almost delirious, his mouth hanging open in a silent, breathless gasp before he let out another broken, whiny moan that trailed off into a sob-like hitch.
He was like putty in your hands, his body humming with a frantic, electric energy that seemed to mimic the power of a brewing hurricane. Every muscle was taut, vibrating with the effort of holding back, then suddenly loose and pliable, then taut again as another wave hit him. He was babbling now, his filter completely destroyed. Nonsense words and soft, weeping sounds of "please" and "more" spilled from his lips, his head thrashing slowly from side to side against the pillow as he tried to escape—or perhaps immerse himself further in—the white-hot haze.
"I can't... I can't think," he whispered, a tear of pure overstimulation pricking at the corner of his closed eye. He was entirely at your mercy, his movements reduced to weak, rhythmic twitches that followed your lead. The fierce warrior who had stood against the King of the Titans was reduced to a shaking, sobbing mess, his fingers feebly curling around your wrists as if to beg for either release or a permanent stay in this blissful torment.
In this moment, there was no prophecy, no monsters, and no heavy crown of god-like expectations. There was only the weight of you, the agonizing rhythm of your movement, and the way you could turn the most powerful demigod of the age into a shivering, pleading mess with nothing more than a steady, unrelenting heat and the ruthless command of your body over his. He was yours, entirely dismantled, a wreck of a hero washed up on your shore.
And when he came? Gods, it was full blown whimpering and sobbing, muttering soft 'thank yous' while burying himself deep inside of you.
𝓉𝒶𝑔𝓈/𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ; smut/suggestive, unprotected sex, p in v, rough sex, idk how to taggg, give me reqs if u want!!!
𝒶/𝓃 ; 1st post! not proofread
˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁ percy jackson
reverse cowgirl
percy definitely loves to see how your ass just bounces with every single thrust; he'll grab your ass cheeks and moan on and on about how good your ass looks for him. he'll really just lay back and let you ride him till you're all trembling and needy, then he'll step in and start bouncing you on his cock, tugging at your hair, but not too rough, as his cock stretches out your needy cunt.
˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁ jason grace
missionary
holy shit. jason definitely likes missionary, but not in the, like, frank type of way – the complete fucking opposite. he goes rough, like crazy actually; he's a freak in the sheets. you definitely wouldn't guess it at first, but he loves to fuck you rough, your legs thrown over his shoulders so he can reach that perfect spot that makes you cry out. he'll usually give praise, but if you ask him to be rougher, just know that you're in for a crazy night.
˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁ leo valdez
doggy style
this man is a (not so secret) freak, so definitely doggy style. he'll go gentle, but when you give him that 'go ahead', all restraint goes through the fucking roof. he loves to grope your ass while he thrusts; he occasionally tugs and spanks your ass. he definitely has his chest pressed against your back as he fucks the life out of you, whispering sweet nothings while you try and stifle your moans.
˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁ frank zhang
spooning/missionary
he absolutely loves spooning or just basic missionary. he will definitely handle you as if you're made of glass, with slow, gentle, deep thrusts. he will definitely tell you when he's close and will pull out if you're not using a condom. he's just a sucker for soft and intimate sex.
˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁ connor stoll (underrated bb)
cowgirl
if you ask connor "ass or tits?" he'd definitely pick tits.
he loves watching how your tits bounce every time you bounce back on his cock. he's definitely handsy, hands on your hips, ass, and definitely tits. he'd sit up and start marking up your neck as you ride him, slowly trailing down to right above your tits. he's a tease, so he would just place soft kisses and licks right above your tits before actually sucking on them, giving you what you want.
˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁ luke castellan (got a little carried away...)
idk he just wants to fuck you
this man is just down bad for you. he will take you anywhere he fucking can. in your cabin? yes. by the lake? yes. bent over a table? yes. against the wall? fuck yes. he definitely has a breeding kink, so no condom. he goes rough, as in fucking you so hard you forget your own name. but he doesn't go too far, within your limits at least. he'll stop and be gentler, only if you beg him to. and i mean really beg him. like “you want me to be gentle, baby? yeah? then beg for it, be a good girl and beg f’me." he’ll groan in your ear with a fucking smirk knowing that you'll practically do anything for him as long as he fucks you.
notes: needed to get a little practice in, my prose for percy is a little rusty. something short to tide you over while i continue wrestling with the tyson fic, which demands more care than i can give it offhand. this blog will not use, reblog, or endorse white or pale moodboard aesthetics or descriptions to stand in for the reader.
Percy swills the water with premeditated, almost indulgent slowness, cheeks distended like a summer-ripe fruit until you can see the faint pulse of each gulp as it slides down his throat. At first, you don’t think much of it — it’s an oppressive, swelteringly hot day, the air thick enough to stick to your skin, and you gnaw at a grudging regret that you hadn’t filled your own bottle when he’d advised it. But then he chugs, a long, measured swallow, and for a flicker of a second you narrow your eyes, convinced he’s provoking you, until the heat in his gaze catches you, and your own throat dries out in response.
Your eyes follow the tilt of his head, the way his Adam’s apple jerks with each swallow, a hypnotic rhythm, and something hot gathers low in your belly. He draws the rim of the bottle from his mouth, lips glinting, eyes warm and bright, and you know — you can see it in the curve of his mouth, the sparkle at the edge of his insufferable grin — that he is aware of the current he’s set moving through you, playfully relentless.
“Thirsty?” he says, voice rippling through you like a low tide brushing over smooth stone.
You roll your eyes with the languorous boredom of someone who knows they ought to be unimpressed, and yet the gesture lacks conviction, and Percy knows it. Indulgence announces itself anyway, your mouth drying, traitorously, before you can stop it.
His grin stretches wide. “Come here.” The words spill from him like a gleaming current, velvet-smooth, and you feel it catch behind your knees, cool and coaxing. It circles, patient as the sea at dusk, drawing you forth. You find yourself already drifting, resistance softened until it dissipates into the sand entirely, and you are carried toward him as though the water itself has claimed you.
Percy rises, gestures for you to take the spot he’d been occupying, and crouches slightly so his hands can guide the bottle. “Two taps if it’s too much,” he murmurs, sea-green eyes darkening with want. “Open your mouth.”
You acquiesce and he tilts the bottle, letting the water stream in, not all at once but in small sluices that trickle and pool over your tongue and down your throat. Each gulp is a slow pulse, a measured insistence, and he watches, eyes glittering, as your lips tremble around the rim.
"Keep swallowing," he says, breathless, licking his lips as he tips the bottle, eyes fixed on yours like he could feel the way each drop slides down.
Your hand drifts to his belt buckle, bold, needy, and his grin deepens, mischievous and indulgent. “You still thirsty?”
The belt is undone in one deft motion, and his dick presses hot and hard against your plush glossed lips. “Open up,” he breathes, and you do, eager, your tongue brushing him, dragging over every slick ridge. He shifts his hips, sliding deeper, and the vibration of his low, guttural groan rattles straight to your gushing cunt, making your mouth water even more.
Every touch, every press of his hands on your back, every glide of your tongue along his cock becomes an undulating rhythm.
“Keep going,” he moans, mouth falling open. “Don’t stop.”
Your moans slip out, sticky, dripping with want, and he hums, letting the tension coil tighter, letting every slick, wet stroke build another wave, until the pulse in his cock thickens, his hips jerk, and the warmth spills down your throat. When you swallow, he groans, clutching the back of your head as close as possible.
“Wow… looks like you really went with the flow there.”
You groan at the atrociously-timed joke, and the vibration presses along his sensitive cock, precipitating a sharp gasp.
✶ a/n › starting k-tober off light! he’s kinda mean in this!!! also, i’ve never written for this concept before, be kinddd (｡﹏｡") ✶
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it’s truly a pity, the way you are.
at camp, it'd be better for you to just stay hidden. the way you dressed, your hair, how you hadn’t even had your first kiss. even with all the summers you’d come back to camp, nobody wanted to be caught dead with you.
“it’s just unfortunate,” you hear a high voice say through the wooden door. you’d been sitting on your bunk all day after making a fool of yourself down at the lake. “look at the girl! she can barely come out of her cabin without breaking down and sobbing. what a shame. luke?” she asks him, who you didn’t know was there.
he was kind, though. the kinda boy who you’d feel comfortable alone in an elevator with. he waved at you once, like, two summers ago. he also asked if you knew where he could get a blunt. so charming, that one!
“no, yeah… she’s—she’s a fuckin’ freak…” his mouth dried up. you weren’t that bad.
the rotten wooden floors creaked underneath your feet as you stood and softly walked toward the door, making sure neither of them heard you. the girl talking to luke shushed him, who wasn’t speaking at all, and leaned closer to the door, maybe pushing her ear up against it. “i think the bitch is listening right now!” and an obnoxious giggle followed right after. “hey, bitch, we can hear you!” she pounded her fists against the door before you stumbled back, tripping on a boot behind you.
you land flat on your ass. it throbs when you stand and run to the part of the cabin furthest from the door, barely holding back tears. “luke, i’m telling you, she’s nothing. quite literally nothing.” you can just barely make out her voice. footsteps trail away from your door, you stay glued to the wall.
and for days you sobbed at the thought of luke hating you. the one person you take a liking to happens to hate you. he probably likes whoever was with him on the other side of the door. they probably bond over their shared hatred for you. you hadn’t even come out of your cabin in fear of seeing luke after what happened! he’d know you as the girl who bust her ass after eavesdropping on a conversation with his girlfriend. or whoever that was. point still stands, he hates you.
didn’t take away from the fact you liked him a lot. his biceps, calves, thighs. anything about him, you liked. you slipped your fingers between your slick folds, lying flat on your bunk while everyone else laughed and socialized down at the bonfire by the lake. your fingers ran over your puffy clit, pushing on it, making your hips buck up. luke would push your hands out of the way and whisper, “l’me do it,” and his fingers would circle your sopping hole, threatening to push inside if you promised to be quiet. to not let anyone know what you two were doing. not because he was ashamed, because he wanted you to himself.
or maybe he’d stretch his arm out to your lips, a blunt held between his index and middle finger, “c’mon,” he’d say. “you’ll feel better, baby.”
that was romantic. him wanting you.
you screwed your eyes shut to the thought of that beautiful image. maybe he’d rut his cock against your ass at night after sneaking into your cabin. his fingers dig into your fleshy thighs as he gets himself off, inhaling your scent and moaning in your ear, letting you know you’re enough for him. “so beautiful. all i need… this right here,” voice all muffled from his face digging into your neck. “perfect.”
then you woke up.
you finally worked up the courage to do something about this. you ached for him to be as close as you imagined. you found him lingering by the lake, lighting an expertly-rolled blunt with a matchstick. your eyes run over his form, biceps toned and all perfect right in front of you. “you need somethin’?” a plume of smoke escaped through his teeth as he spoke. “no—no, i wa—i needed a rock,” your fingers tangled behind your back as you looked at anything but him.
“you needed a rock?” a tinge of disbelief in his voice. he furrowed his eyebrows at you before bursting into laughter. a soft smile takes over your face as it warms with embarrassment. he found you funny. he wasn’t laughing with you, but you didn’t think he was fully laughing at you.
and so, you both sat and spoke for hours down at that lake. he made dumb jokes to you in an attempt to open you up, to get you to say something. you went back and forth asking each other questions about college and your lives outside of camp. his stories of parties and sex made you cringe but not for him, but for you.
he gave you the floor to talk about anything. you told him about school and how you’d done quite well this past year, but he wasn’t phased. “anything but that shit. no parties? drinking? have you even had sex? huh?” he expected you to admit it was all a joke and for you to share stories that were better left unsaid. nothing. did he not know? you were sure he hated you and knew about your isolationist tendencies, the same ones that barred you from forming any meaningful relationships in and outside of camp.
he took a drag from the blunt and threw his head back, exhaling. “no parties, drinking, weed, or sex?” he really stressed that last word, pulling his head back up and staring at you. waiting. you shook your head with your lips pressed into a line as his teeth dug into his bottom lip, examining your form. knees close to your chest with your arms wrapped around them, foot tapping the small pebbles settled underneath your ass.
“i should go.”
weeks go by and you pass glances at one another from time to time. he lingers at the lake while you stay back, lying on your bunk. thinking.
there’s a slight knock at the front door of your cabin, like it’s meant to be quiet. to not draw attention. your other mates are out because they’d rather let you sulk in peace. whoever’s outside is growing impatient because they knock again, this time a little more aggressive. “coming! sorry!” you awkwardly shuffle to the door before swinging it open, only to be met with the face of luke. you’re unable to get a word out, your feet stay planted as you stare up at him.
“gonna let me in or just look all stupid?” he took a step closer, his arm grazing your chest. you let him in and asked him why he’d even set foot in your cabin. you told him you thought he didn’t want to be seen with you, he didn’t confirm or deny that. “you’re in college and you haven’t fucked, i wanted to help you. it’s honestly fuckin’ sad.”
your nails dig into your arm. “help me?”
“help you, yeah, help,” fingers running through his hair, “like i just said,” he exhales. “i’ll fuck you.”
your breath gets caught in your throat when he says it like that. you try your best to get him to leave by explaining you’ll live without sex, and how it can actually benefit some people to be left alone, and how you’re fine. you’re lying, obviously, you need it.
both of his hands are holding your waist as he kisses your neck and suckles at it, they massage underneath your stomach and hips as he groans deeply in your ear. “poor girl,” he whispers as he tugs at your loose shorts. “lie down f’me.”
“don’t get used to this, alright? i’m only doing it ‘cause you’ve been so pathetic about it.”
you lie back with your thin, cotton underwear barely covering your wet cunt that throbs at the sight of the man before you. his thumb rests on your chubby clit and rubs circles on it with his other hand holding onto your thigh. “first time ever doin’ this and you’re already so ready, right? nobody’s touched you here at all, huh?” he teases as your back arches off of the bed involuntarily. “so fucking sad,” you rubbed your cunt onto his thumb now, it’s all slick through your underwear.
he can tell you’re getting desperate, so he peels your underwear off and pulls you closer to him. cock’s all hard and sensitive, just having to rub against the fabric of his boxers while he ruins you. oh, how badly he wants to cum. he smirks to himself at the thought of cumming in a virgin, all tight and warm. “pretty pussy hasn’t been touched at all… you’re so lucky i’m here,” he leans into your cunt, the warmth of his face near it makes you sigh softly. “m’so lucky, yeah—my first,” you nod profusely.
his lips latch onto your pretty cunt which make your thighs tremble softly. he holds onto your thighs once again, keeping you still as he tastes you real good. his warm tongue dips into your cunt perfectly, just pushing past that spongy, soft spot in your gummy walls. “c-can’t do it, luke!” you buck your hips into his mouth and your juices mixed with his saliva run down his chin disgustingly.
he pulls off for a second, just to speak, “she’s been waiting for this, gotta give it to ‘er. don’t move,” his nails dig into your plush thighs even more when he starts sucking your clit again, one thigh feeling a bit of relief when his hand pulls off and he dips his middle finger into your pussy.
“shit, you’re really this tight? guess bein’ ignored all this time did somethin’ to you.”
you thrash and cry out while he fucks your glistening cunt with one finger, “t-too much, luke!” you try and pull off his finger, but he just digs deeper into you, making sure to curl up into your hole. “y’know, maybe this is why nobody fucks you—you can’t take it,” laughing.
“jus’ let me have it now, luke,” you whine, “don’t want it to hurt, put it in n-now…” his finger still deep in you. his eyes are trained on your face, the way your hair sticks to your forehead and how your teeth tear into your bottom lip, drawing blood. your eyebrows knitted as he hits that good spot. “since you want it so badly,” he sits up and pulls his sweatpants off, his boxers follow.
your jaw goes slack at the sight of it and you crane your neck to get a better look. he notices your face and grins seeing you all nervous and shit. “relax. i’ll help you through it, we both know no one else will,” he spit on his hand and started stroking his cock while you watch, legs spread, a lump in your throat, hands gripping your bedsheets so you don’t faint.
it’s so thick, and the tip of it’s all red, puffy and angry. he rubs it against your clit, hands wrapped around your thighs once again to really make sure you don’t run. you wanted this, it’s clear. “f-first time feelin’ a cock against you, right?” he could barely get the words out without stuttering, you feel too good!
his cock slipped into you in a way that screamed "i'm so sorry for you,” like he wanted you to know this was a favor, that he wouldn’t do this any other time. he’s helping a loser. he fucks his cock into you, pulling in and out with your shared juices at the base of his cock. “fuckin’ tight,” your nails dig into his arms that are planted on either side of your head, sheets in his fist as he pushes into you. the way your gummy hole squeezes him, practically beckoning him inside, it’s inviting.
you can’t take it, to be honest! your thighs shaking and back arching off the bed as luke gives you what you wanted. “need this experience if you want a man, y’know?” he thrusts, “e-experience is required.”
you unravel underneath him with that knot in your stomach tightening with every thrust he gives you, “g-gonna cum, luke, please!” you pleaded with him to get off of you, to not make you cum around him, to save you the embarrassment of letting go all over him.
“let it go,” he thrusts with each word. his thick cock hit that spot too much for you to handle. so you do let it go and your cunt flutters around his shaft. you milk him with each time it restricts around him, choking him. “cummin’! i’m cummin’!” you cry out, every part of your body trembling as your orgasm takes over your entire body. he finds this hilarious, laughing as your body contorts just from the feeling of his cock.
your cunt is still so much tighter than anyone he’s had before, somehow! even with all of this, you’re just squeezing him so good. he has to cum. he feels his balls tightening as he approaches his orgasm. “put my babies n’ you,” groaning out, arms bending for his elbows to rest beside your head when he gives you his all. “poor fuckin’ girl needed my cock to c-cum!” before his warm load spills deep inside of you. his cock twitches as he fucks it into you, holding your face in his hands while is cum spills out of you with each thrust.
the aftershocks of your orgasm were still hitting you as he quickly pulled out of you, pulling his boxers and sweatpants back on.
“y’know, you should be grateful. nobody else would waste their time,” he ran his fingers through his damp curls as he spoke. “you’re welcome.”
Can you write Luke Castellan seeing you in a milkmaid dress and suddenly like a switch have his breeding kink turned on
wc: 1071
cw: unprotected piv, nipple play, lowkey public sex but they dont get caught or anything, breeding kink
me: this is all kink! practice safe sex <3
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It was supposed to be a cute, wholesome date. Neither you nor Luke had any chores or responsibilities for the entire afternoon, and he’d planned the sweetest picnic for the two of you. At least, until you came out of your cabin wearing that damn dress.
“Turn around and get that cute little butt back inside,” Was the first thing Luke said to you when you met him outside, hardly even glancing at your face.
“What? Have I stained it or something?” You cursed, trying to see what could have happened in the ten minutes you’d been wearing the dress.
“No. We’re going to go inside, and I’m gonna fuck you until you’re a mom.” Oof. Your knees weakened, and it took all of your effort to focus on staying upright.
“You really think I look good?” You stepped toward him with a beam, pressing a quick kiss up to his lips. His hands flew to your hips, keeping you in place as he dove back into your mouth with unexpected fervour.
“That’s what I said, was it?” He grumbled against your lips when you pulled back.
“Totally, Lukey. Should we go?” You linked your fingers with his, leading him off to the meadows where you assumed your picnic was taking place.
The picnic was gorgeous, truly, but Luke could not appreciate any of it. Sitting across from you on the plaid picnic blanket, all he could see were your tits, heaving against the pathetic confines of the cute little milkmaid dress you’d chosen just for the occasion.
Baby blue and adorned with tiny daisies, it should have been the picture of innocence, but Luke’s thoughts were nothing but naughty. He tried to focus on what you were saying, but that turned into him watching your mouth, and he was back to square one. He shifted awkwardly, trousers uncomfortably tight.
“Luke? Are you listening?” You asked softly, leaning toward your boyfriend with concern, unaware you were making his problem worse.
“You look so unbelievably hot right now,” Luke breathed, and you finally noticed the way his eyes were trained on your breasts.
“You like the dress?” You grinned, crawling over to him, “I bought it just for you.” Luke groaned, low and long. He reached out for you, dragging you forward until you straddled his hips. He was hard and straining under your crotch, and the very thought of it all being because of your little sundress had you soaking through your panties in a matter of moments.
“You feel how much I like it?” He held you down until you were grinding directly on his dick, the layers of clothing between you creating delicious friction. You tossed your head back in bliss, the warmth blossoming where you met, sending butterflies shooting around your stomach.
“Gods, Luke,” You sighed, leaning in to kiss him deeply, hips moving of their own accord.
“No gods here, just me. Gonna let me fuck a baby into you or what?” He asked in a low tone, pulling the little bow keeping your boobs in the fabric cups until they sprang out. You gasped as the spring breeze hit them, nipples hardening immediately.
“Y-yeah, Luke. Fuck me.” Luke didn’t waste time, mouth on one nipple while his hands snuck under your skirt to prepare you, spreading your wetness around your pussy.
You rocked on his hand as Luke fingered you, breathy moans floating out with the breeze.
“Fuck! I’m ready, please, just put it in,” You babbled, hands holding onto Luke’s shoulders to keep you upright.
He manoeuvred you so he could pull himself out of his cargos, running the tip of his cock along your folds as you shuddered and whined.
“C’mon, baby, ride me. Show me how much you want my babies in you.”
Holy fuck. Everything felt so incredibly right, the perfect fullness from Luke’s cock thrusting up into you, making your eyes roll back into your head. His words were driving you crazy; Luke had occasionally alluded to a breeding kink, but clearly this dress was doing something to him.
All your effort was going into plunging yourself down on his dick, hips meeting as Luke thrust up into you. Luke was staring at your tits, obsessed with the way they jiggled and bounced as you speared yourself on his dick.
“So pretty. My girl, gonna be such a good mom to our babies. Gonna be barefoot and pregnant in that fucking dress.”
“Fuck! Lukey, come inside me, make me a mom, get me pregnant!” You squealed, pleasure blinding you as your body shook, your orgasm pooling around Luke’s thick cock.
Another gasp left your lips when Luke flipped you onto your knees, face smushed into the picnic blanket as he fucked you with renewed power, not caring that you’d already finished. His fingers dug into the fat of your hips, sure to leave bruises when he was done with you.
Your brain was mush, blank as Luke explained the disgusting things he was going to do to you, cock brushing your deepest places with every thrust of his hips.
“Gonna cum, baby. Gonna fill you up so good, y’gonna be stuck with me forever when we have little babies running around.”
A guttural moan left you as Luke approached his own high, thrusts getting sloppy as he chased an orgasm. With one final “Fuck,” Luke was cumming inside you, shoving his cock balls deep so you didn’t lose a drop.
He flopped on top of you, the quiet of the meadow surrounding you as he came down from his high.
“That damn dress,” Luke chuckled next to your ear.
“Need to wear it more often,” You giggled airily, shifting so you were lying beside your boyfriend.
“Only if you want me to fuck more babies into you. Wanna see your tits get all big, see your tummy round with my kids.” God, his words alone were making your pussy rush with arousal again, and you were still recovering from what had just happened.
“Mm, maybe one day. Carry all your babies in a big house. You’d be a hot daddy.”
“You’d be a hotter mommy,” Luke replied, flicking your swollen nipple just to tease you. You just kissed him, daydreaming of the day you’d actually have Luke’s children.
bad bitch in between ur teeth ( eat it up, eat it, eat it up ! )
︵ how jason grace & leo valdez ( separately ) eat it up !
cws. nsfw / smut under the cut , 18+ only ; minors dni ! fem reader. oral ( fem receiving ). overstim ( ? ). fingering. edging. squirting. no plot. wc : 1542.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀guilty pleasure never killed nobody ⋮ ( jason grace )
༊ jason grace is an observer. his eyes turn a shade darker as he watches you through his lashes—watching every squirm, shiver, and sigh you make as his tongue fucks you. it’s a carnal need of his to know exactly what makes you throw your head back, screaming his name; what makes you tug at his blond locks, pulling him closer and closer to your core; what makes you moan and whimper; and, most importantly, what makes you cum on his tongue the fastest. he wants to know what makes you feel good!
༊ he eats you out for his pleasure—he’s genuinely such a giver and it shows so much in bed. he puts you first, making you cum on his tongue over and over while he’s rutting into the edge of the bed. he probably even came untouched, the taste of you and the feel of your thighs around his head enough to make him soil his pants.
༊ jason leaves bites & hickies along your inner thighs. the fact that only he can see those marks gets him going.
jason grace starts out slow. oh so painstakingly slow.
he positions you so that you're near the edge of the bed before kneeling before you, cock already straining against his pants at the sight of your clothed pussy.
he trails kisses up, up, up, stopping just right at the juncture where your legs and pelvis meet before nipping and sucking at the bout of flesh. he kisses after every harsh bite, licking over the blemishes and soothing the heated skin—doing everything but your eating your pussy.
when he sees you squirm closer, he lets out a small chuckle.
“i know, i know,” he says, with the nonchalance you wouldn't expect from a man who's already rock-hard and leaking. when he glances back up at you, his eyes are sincere. "use the safe word if you need to, okay?"
when you nod, jason proceeds.
the cool air meeting your pussy is what you register as he peels down your panties and tosses them behind. jason grace audibly groans at the sight, swearing, “shit, baby, you're wet.”
strong arms wrap around your thighs, pulling you closer, closer to him. “you're gorgeous everywhere,” he tells you, before pressing a kiss to your clit.
you shudder as he flattens his tongue against your folds, tracing around your entrance and pooling your juices before slurping. you let out a whine when he slips the muscle in, then out, then in again.
when his tongue darts out to graze at your clit, your legs move on their own—crossing right behind his head and caging him. your back arches off the bed when jason sucks your clit gently, the muscle rolling against your bundle of nerves, over and over and over.
“feels s’—hngh—y’feel soo good, jay,” you cry, and oh, jason thinks he could pass out with how prettily you whine out his name.
you look down at him, and gods, jason is a sight. half-lidded, dark blue eyes locked on yours with such an intensity you feel like hiding away. hair tussled, some strands sticking to his forehead already. you see him rutting against the sheets and groan out.
his grip tightens around your thighs, trying to close the little distance between your cunt and his face. it's like jason can't get enough, alternating between lapping at your folds like a man starved and letting his tongue flick at your swollen clit. you can't help but reach over at his locks and tug.
“y’like that, angel?”
“oh! yes, jay, love it s’much—”
you’re burning, every cell of your body, every nerve ending aflame with pleasure at the way jason’s eating you out. you can't help but buck your hips up, meeting him halfway.
he’s nose-deep in your pussy, drinking you in, speeding up his ministrations at the way you involuntarily squirm and grind against his tongue.
“mmgh—baby, ‘m close. s’close, jay.”
jason hums against your pussy, the vibrations from it making you whine. “c’mere, my girl. cum f’me.”
and something snaps.
the next thing you register is white hot, searing pleasure. you're cumming with a strangled gasp of his name, your orgasm hitting you like lightning. he’s helping you ride peak after peak on his tongue, not stopping, even as you’ve already came down from the high.
“fuck—hah!—too much, baby, wait—”
jason only groans in reply, tightening his grip on your thighs—dark eyes half-lidded, intense. “please, can you give me one more? y’can take it, angel, i know ya can.”
oh, you truly were in for a looong night.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀빼고 싶니? bon appetit ! ⋮ ( leo valdez )
༊ leo valdez has such long, nimble fingers and you best believe he puts them to good use, even when eating you out! while his tongue is flicking up and down, sucking slow but steady, and circling your clit, his fingers are pumping in and out of your dripping pussy.
༊ leo gets messy. he's not content unless the lower half of his face is completely soaked with you. it ends up being so downright filthy—he’ll slurp at your juices like a man deprived, like his life depended on the slick that pooled down your thighs.
༊ he made you squirt on his tongue once and he’s been obsessed with recreating it ever since.
leo’s mouth on you is hot.
it's hot, his kisses searing as he carries you towards his work desk, haphazardly sweeping away anything and everything on it to settle you down. it’s hot as his kisses trail away from your mouth and to the point between your neck and shoulder that has you throwing your head back and sighing.
“need you so bad, leo,” you all but whine, grabbing his hand and bringing it to where you need him the most.
leo’s fingers deftly snake down to your clothed cunt, feeling the dampness leaking through the cotton.
“all this for me, sweets?” he nips at your pulse point. “so wet, and we barely even started.”
when you spread your legs wider, he doesn't leave a moment to waste before pushing in a finger, then another, past your weeping folds, then curling against that spot that makes you see stars.
“right there?” he asks. all you can do is nod helplessly, frantically—telling him more, more, more.
he thrusts knuckle-deep into your pussy, in and out and in again, hitting that same spongy spot over and over.
and you feel it—the all-too familiar coil in your lower abdomen tightening with every pump of his fingers inside you.
and then, leo stops.
you whine out, “leo, what was—?”
he presses a kiss to your lips.
“‘m sorry, just trust me, yeah?”
leo slips his digits into his mouth, tongue lathering up and down every bead of slick he’s collected. when he tastes you, he audibly groans. “gods, baby, y’taste so fucking good.”
he kneels in front of you, spreading your legs wider to give space for him between them. he doesn't waste any time before diving into your cunt, giving her the filthiest french kiss.
you moan out his name and he surfaces up, only to tell you to “lock it, baby.”
you do. you lock your ankles behind his head, trapping him between your thighs.
and, honestly? leo wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
he’s not hesitating, not easing you into this. no, he’s going all in—smushing his nose against your clit and kissing the entrance of your hole. he drives his tongue in, gliding the muscle inside, circling the inner walls of your pussy. he’s leaving open-mouthed kisses against your cunt, then hollowing his cheeks and slurping. the sound is downright sinful—oozing squelches and slurps. he groans against your cunt.
“she’s talkin’ back t’me, sweets,” leo mumbles. “think she wants more.”
and oh, you do. you tell him so, whining a, “please, please, leo, wan’ more—ah!”
leo’s long fingers tease your pussy’s lips, fingertips circling once, then twice, before sliding them inside. curling against the spongy spot that has you throwing your back and singing.
“fuck, fuck! s’deep, l-leo—so good,”
at the same time, he’s nearing his lips towards your clit, using his tongue to flick up and down, up and down, toying with the puffy bundle of nerves.
you cry at the contact—tremble at leo’s fingers rummaging stripes out of your pussy and curling at your g-spot, and his mouth sucking and nibbling at your swollen clit. it’s a familiar pattern of pump, curl, pump, curl, one that has you nearing release. you feel him grin against your cunt—he knows this, too.
“‘m g’na cum again,” you tell him, hands bunching in his curls and pulling him oh so close, “please—hngh—leo—don’ stop, please”
and he doesn't. he doesn't stop, not even as you’re thrashing against him, gliding your cunt across the lower half of his face.
you sob as your orgasm crashes through you. it's so hard and borderline violent that all you can do is tug and pull at his brown hair in an effort to get him to “s-slow down, leo, ah—!”
and he doesn't. he doesn't stop, not even when he’s drenched, all but glistening with your wetness. his pretty girl is absolutely gorgeous, squirting on his tongue—all over him.
you’re a panting, twitching mess as he laps up everything you've gushed out, everything dripping out of you. and fuck if his cock isn’t aching against the confines of his pants.
“can we try that again, baby?” he asks you, hand already fiddling with the buckle of his belt. “want it on my dick this time, though.”
okay ... i admit . i am a #whore . and i'm #ovulating and i want them between my thighs RIGHT FREAKING NOW 😢 hehe let me know what u guys think about this && stream spaghetti by le serrafim ! <3
