Summary: You want to film a YouTube video with your boyfriend JJ reacting to your bikini collection, but he only makes it through three swimsuits before something not fit for YouTube takes place.
Warnings: Smut. (unprotected sex don’t do that)
Word count: 1,200
Author’s note: Inspired by this video!
“Can I open my eyes yet?” JJ yelled from the living room of the Chateau.
“No!” you hollered back. Turning slightly, you adjusted the pink bandeau-style bikini top over the top of your boobs. Finally satisfied, you opened the door and walked into the living room, where JJ was sitting with his eyes obediently closed. You’d tidied the house as much as possible and set up your phone to film a “boyfriend reacts to my bikini collection” video.
“You know, I’ve seen all your bikinis a million times,” JJ was saying as you came out. “I don’t see why we have to do a whole—holy fuck.”
You preened, turning in a circle so he could get the full view. “Like what you see?”
“This is the best day of my life.”
“Any thoughts on the style?”
“Uh.” JJ’s eyes raked up and down your body. “It makes your ass look good?”
“Shut up,” you giggled. “I’m not putting that on the Internet.”
“Well, what am I supposed to say when my girlfriend walks out looking like that?”
You gave him one more twirl before heading back to the bedroom to change. “Final rating out of 10?” you called back over your shoulder.
“Uh. 9 out of 10. 9.5.”
As you shut the door behind you, you heard JJ mutter again, “Best day of my frickin’ life.”
Next you grabbed a pale blue pair of thin-stringed bottoms with a halter top.
“Hot damn,” was JJ’s reaction back out in the living room. He shifted in his seat. “Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?”
You frowned at him. “J, stop. I’m going to have to edit all of this out. What’s your rating? And say something family-friendly.”
“Mmm…” He craned his neck to look at your ass as you struck a pose. “8 out of 10 for the legs?” When you glared at him, he immediately backtracked. “Okay, okay! Uh, you look good in blue?”
Good enough. You headed to change again, shaking your head.
“You know I like you for you,” he yelled after you into the bedroom. “How kind you are and how hard you work. Your sense of humor.”
“And my ass and boobs?” you called back. The resulting silence confirmed your suspicion. You smirked at yourself in the mirror.
“Those, among other parts,” JJ called back after a minute.
Next you walked out in a purple triangle bikini with foldover bottoms. You were barely into the living room before JJ was sitting on his hands, physically restraining himself.
“I vote we finish the video another day,” he said, eyeing you hungrily.
“Today is the only day where no one else is going to be here. You don’t want John B sitting on the couch while we’re doing this, do you?” You stopped in front of him. “This bikini is new. I just got it the other day. What do you think?”
You revolved in a slow circle. The next thing you knew, JJ was up and moving, lunging toward your phone. “Turn that thing off. Ain’t nobody else gonna see my girl.”
Before you could react, his hands were all over you, running up and down your bare sides while he kissed you hard on the lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands slid down lower. In the back of your mind, you had to admit that part of you had hoped this would happen when you asked JJ to film this video. Maybe it wasn’t fair to tease him—but now you were both getting what you wanted, so what did it really matter?
“How do you get this stupid thing off?” JJ mumbled into your mouth. He was fumbling with the tie at the back of your bikini. You giggled and took pity on him, untying the top and letting it fall to the ground. “Fucking gorgeous,” he muttered, looking down at you.
“C’mere.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the couch, gladly falling into the cushions as he propped himself on top of you, powerful biceps bracketing either side of your head. He kissed you hard, tongue parting your lips as you automatically rolled your hips up into his, making him groan. You grabbed the hem of his ratty T-shirt (of course he couldn’t be bothered to dress up for the Internet) and tugged it over his head. He sat back on his knees briefly to get rid of the foldover bottoms you’d been so happy with and to pull down his cargo shorts.
“Just want you, princess,” he said, breath coming heavy and hard. You reached up your arms for him again.
“Take me, J.”
Both of you hissed as he slid into you, stretching you out. You dug your nails into the bare skin of his shoulders and briefly closed your eyes as JJ paused, giving you a moment to adjust despite how far gone he was. When he started to move it was slow at first, the burn so deep and delicious you couldn’t hold back a quavery sigh. JJ turned his face into your neck, lowering his mouth to kiss your soft skin again and again.
Slowly he sped up until he was panting with the effort of each thrust. The two of you had been dating for a couple of years at this point and you had sex often, yet every time, you were still blown away by how good it was. You’d never really understood the phrase “best I’ve ever had” until JJ. He knew what he was doing in bed. And the more he got to know you, the better and better it got.
“JJ,” you sobbed out. You’d be embarrassed at how needy you sounded, except it was him. Your J. The boy who was goofy and tough and vulnerable all at the same time, who knew you inside and out, better than anyone else ever had or ever could.
“I know, princess,” he panted, his breathing laborious. “I got you. ‘M gonna make you feel good.” Without breaking his pace, one of his hands slipped between your bodies, his rings cool on your skin. Within a few more thrusts, you were done. Your fingers twisted painfully hard in his blond hair and your mouth opened in a silent scream as you fell over the edge, body jerking.
“Shit, shit, baby, holy fuck—“
JJ let out a guttural groan into your neck as he came, shaking hard as he finished in a few final thrusts as you clenched around him. Finally he fell limp against your body. He was heavy on top of you, but you didn’t care. You wrapped your arms around his back as your chests rose and fell together, breathing heavily as you came down from your highs.
At last JJ raised himself up onto his hands, his arms shaking a little with the effort, and smiled sweetly down at you. He ducked his head to kiss your lips and you kissed him back, wondering how you’d ever gotten lucky enough to find a guy like him.
“So…” You propped yourself up on your elbows and smirked at him mischievously. “You wanna see another bikini?”
It had been surprisingly easy for Tashi to maneuver Art and Patrick into position. Not that she doubted herself, but she was starting to doubt their claim that mutual masturbation was the extent of their shared sexual history.
Their legs were slung over each other, a tangle of muscled thighs and calves that Tashi sat alongside. It was a beautiful view, Patrick’s hairy legs and Art’s smooth intertwined to the point that their pelvises slotted together. They were both so hard and so willing, and it was so easy for her to do as she intended, to gather their cocks together. She had to use both hands, would’ve had to for just Patrick anyway.
"Oh," Art breathed as Tashi pressed them together in her palms. Patrick hummed in agreement, but his breath came out short when she leaned her head over their crotches, close enough for her hot breath to hit their sensitive skin. They both watched, awestruck, waiting, hoping, for her to stick out her tongue and taste.
Their disappointment didn't last long when she simply spit into her palms, gathering the makeshift lube with the precum already flowing from both boys and twisting her wrist in a single upward stroke. Tashi wasted no time in building a rhythm that had both boys keening.
"Fuck," Patrick muttered. He'd gotten hand jobs before, obviously, but never from a girl like this, and never, even in his dreams, with his best friend's dick flush against his own. He stole a glance at Art, and couldn't hold back a whimper when he saw his friend's face. Art was watching Tashi's hand in disbelief, swollen lips parted, a sheen of sweat highlighting his cheekbones. Patrick couldn't be sure if it was this view or Tashi's sudden thumb on his frenulum that made his stomach clench. But it was definitely Art feeling his gaze and meeting his eyes that made Patrick tip his head back and moan obscenely.
"Doubles partners." Tashi said and Art would have laughed if he wasn't already so close to coming. "You do everything together, huh? Only makes sense you'd want to come together, too." She rubbed a flat palm over both of their tips as she shifted to lie on her stomach, resting her chin on Art's thigh, close enough to smell them.
"Yeah," Patrick panted. "We've been missing out on this." He met Art's eyes again, watched the red creep across his face.
"Good thing you found me." Tashi murmured.
The back and forth was almost as erotic to Art as their touch was. He was so content to just be in the middle of it all, sandwiched between their bodies and their words. He'd never felt a sense of belonging quite like this, and the realization was a little too much for him. It was all starting to be too much, in the best way; Tashi's persistent grip on his cock and her breath near his balls.
"I'm gonna come," He panted, once he realized he couldn't hold it back anymore.
"Already?" Patrick mocked. "Come on Donaldson, you can do better than that."
Art dipped his chin down, trying to control his breathing as his body shook. "Isn't it, like, a compliment? It feels so good," he said. After a moment, he added on, shyly, "you both feel so good."
Tashi grinned into his quad. "Go ahead, then." She said. "But I'm not stopping until Patrick comes, too."
The warning should've held him off - Art knew he would get overwhelmed even more quickly once he came, and that Patrick would last a while, but it was just so hot, and so filthy coming from her pretty face, that he couldn't help himself.
Art's cock twitched against Patrick's and they moaned in tandem as he came, spurting into her hand and down both of their lengths. "Good boy," Tashi murmured, biting Art's hip lightly, and in response he whimpered.
"Fuck," Patrick grunted, watching the way Tashi watched her own fist as it continued to pump their cocks. Art was already becoming overstimulated, letting out a litany of high-pitched ah, ah, ahs.
"Please," Art exhaled.
"No one's done until you're both done." Tashi reminded him, kissing Art's thigh in attempt to calm him. He bit his lip, hard, and Tashi sat back up to give him just a little space.
Patrick's grunts and Art's pleas formed a backdrop to the slick sound of Tashi's work. She could feel her panties sticking to her, she was so wet, but she was comfortable in her position for now. Tashi liked the way it felt to make the boys fall apart like this, to have them, quite literally, in the palm of her hand. She hadn't been sure of them earlier in the night, but she was intrigued by their friendship. She'd never had a best friend, not like this, but she wanted one, now. Wanted them.
"God, you look so good doing that." Patrick huffed, and Tashi bit her lip. "You like it, don't you?"
"Not as much as you do." She countered.
"Yeah." He said, reaching out a hand to squeeze her wrist. "That's probably true."
"Definitely true," Art piped in between ragged breaths. Patrick and Tashi were both strangely turned on to see tears welling in his eyes.
"You doing ok?" Patrick teased.
"Not really." Art admitted. A drop spilled free, rolled down his cheek. Tashi leaned forward to lick it off, and the simple touch of her tongue to his face broke the dam completely.
“I know, baby, it’s ok, I’m sorry,” Tashi cooed into Art’s ear, barely audible over his cries. “You just have to take it until Patrick comes, you can do it, I know you can.”
“I can’t.” He sobbed. His chest was flushed a burnt red and his thighs were quivering so intensely she thought he might pull a muscle. But she wouldn’t take pity on him. It wouldn’t be fair.
“You can.” Tashi said, a bit more sternly, but she immediately softened at Art’s wobbling lip.
“Please.” He whimpered.
Tashi tilted her head toward Patrick, who managed to wear a face of amusement despite his own gasps and moans. “Don’t beg me.” She said to Art. “Beg him. He’s the one you’re waiting for.”
Art was too desperate to resist, so he immediately redirected his pleas. “Patrick, please,” he whined. “Please, I want you to come, I need you to come, it’s too much.” Patrick couldn’t stop the grin from splitting his face; he’d never heard anything more beautiful than Art's broken voice begging for his come.
“Yeah?” Patrick asked, thrusting harder into Tashi's hand. “You want me to come all over your cock?”
“Yes,” Art gasped.
“Say it.”
Art couldn’t stand it, Patrick’s leaky tip pressed up almost painfully against his own. “I want you to come,” He said again. “All over my cock, yours, on Tashi, make a mess, I don’t care, please, just-" His voice gave out when Tashi's grasp tightened at the mention of her name.
“Come on, Patrick,” she said, heat spreading down her own body. “He’s asking so nicely, can’t you give Art what he wants?” Selfishly, she needed him to. The sooner they finished, the sooner they could attend to her dripping pussy.
"Keep talking like that and I will," Patrick promised.
"Please, please," Art babbled. "Patrick, I, fuck, please, I think I'm gonna come again. Is that possible? Can I do that?"
Patrick's laugh was breathy. Art was so cute. "Yeah," he said. "Why don't you come one more time, and that'll get me there, okay?" It wasn't just talk; if Patrick could watch Art spurt again while he cried into Tashi's shoulder, he might never stop coming.
"Just let it happen, baby." Tashi agreed, encouraging Art. "I'm not stopping yet."
It was downright pornographic: the sound Art let out was high and weepy, his cock leaking pathetically at his second orgasm. Still, Tashi held to her word. "Patrick." It was all Art could choke out, but it was enough.
"Fuck, I know, Art. Okay. Right there, Tashi, yes, yes, yes-" and Patrick came too, his own climax putting Art to shame, load after load spilling down Tashi's arm and Art's stomach.
"Jesus," Patrick said, and Art gasped in agreement when Tashi finally withdrew her sticky hand.
thinking about how. thoughout the books, we see percy become percy jackson. and it carries so much weight. it's percy jackson, and hoo really confirms that. but in the show it's percy and they give his first and last name and they're tossing it around like it's nothing and i just can't wait for percy to become percy
i just need to acknowledge the little scene when percy is fighting the minotaur and he’s knocked to the ground and he like growls, his face pinched with grief and rage before he gets back up and it just struck me like, yes, that is the start, isn’t it? this is where the all the stubborn anger of percy jackson originates, not just from the complex unfairness of the gods’ neglect and years of betrayal, but from a 12 year old mama’s boy’s mournful vengeance. it reminded me so heavily of peter in nwh saying against the green goblin, i just wanna kill you myself. it was like a glimpse of an older percy from the later books, older and weary and stormy.
Sally: Percy, remember the stories I’ve told you - the Greek myths - I’ve been preparing you for the day when you have to grapple with what you are. Hold on to those stories. Be strong. Brave the storm.
Grover: Percy. Listen. I have been prepping you for your destiny via Mythomagic cards. The Minotaur will be wearing tighty-whities. Remember this it will be important.
Tiny 12 y/o percy, standing in the lake, wounded and exhausted after a game he knew nothing about, a game he spent stumbling around till he reached the lake shore, the subtle show of his fighting getting better near the water.
Tiny 12 y/o percy confused more than ever, looking up at the glowing trident, backdropped by the vast lake and the mountain range behind him, getting claimed by one of the most powerful gods, ruler of the seas and agent of chaos, a forbidden child. Reading this moment as a child who so painfully related to him was like, Ha! See? How dare you call him a loser! He's going to be the most powerful demigod, meant for all the glory!!
But watching this as an adult is like. Have you ever bitten off more than you can chew? Have you ever been part of a legacy you never wanted? Have you ever been drop kicked into a high pressure situation that can alter your life completely, With little to no guidance? Have you ever been subject to trauma simply because of who you are?
That's no glory. That's the world expecting too much from someone who's been told too little. Someone who's been made to feel too little. That is the story of someone who hasn't prepared enough, hasn't lived enough and hasn't experienced enough, being forced to handle the weight of the world too soon.
i spent THIRTEEN YEARS waiting for an age accurate casting of percy jackson but now that it's here and i am no longer a child looking at heroes my age, i'm just plain HORRIFIED on behalf of these children.
Summary all porn links have a visual description of finnick x fem!reader. For example; “Finnick and Fem!reader end up doing more than a movie.” Etc. if any are the same link, dm me!
Warnings very explicit content, all are Twitter links.
🎀 17+ below the cut!
Pussy drunk!Finnick eating fem!reader out while she whines and whimpers above him..
Soft, yet rough sex with dom!finnick in your room..
size kink kinda with soft Dom!finnick in your bedroom at your parents house..
tattoo!fem!reader getting told ‘sit there and take it’ by Dom!finnick
Soft!dom!Finnick fucking sub!fem!reader into missionary <3
warnings — MDNI, fingering, multiple uses of the c word, cussing, semi public sexual content (frat brothers are downstairs during this). let me know if i forgot any!
summary — based on this ask!
a/n — ☝🏼put a finger down if you’ve never written frat!rafe before… ✊🏼 this was so much fun to write, i hope you all enjoy it! 🧡
“fuck this shit!” you throw your pencil on the desk, the piece of wood landing with a clink. you throw your head in your hands, wanting to cry.
midterms were nearing and you were doing work after work to study and prepare but you think you finally piled a little too much on yourself. the workload was too much and you were tired of running your brain to the point of being a zombie.
“what’s wrong, baby?” rafe looks up from his phone. you had hardly seen rafe study this entire time and you were almost positive he was doing to past. he passed last midterms despite you not seeing him open one single textbook.
“i fucking hate midterms,” you sob, bunching your hair up in your hands as you face down, your tears falling onto the hardwood of rafe’s bedroom.
“come here baby,” rafe tosses his phone on the other side of his bed, motioning for you to join him on the bed. you sigh, wiping your tears as you slam your textbook shut. you sulk over to his bed, crawling up and letting rafe put you in whatever position he wanted. already sitting up against the headboard, rafe brought your back against his.
rafe’s bedroom was on the second floor of the fraternity, french doors to the balcony adorning the wall in front of his bed. him and his rich ass frat brothers got a house next to the water and rafes bedroom overlooked it. you loved sitting in rafe’s bed and watching the ocean rush by.
“are you stressed about anything else?” rafe asks, brushing your hair to the other side of your neck. you shiver as you shake your head no, “no, midterms are just bullshit,” you shrugged, leaning back into him and relaxing the best you could.
your body tenses for a moment when you feel rafe’s lips press to the exposed side of your neck, peppering soft kisses as far as he could reach. “w-what are you doing?” you sigh against him.
“helping you relax,” he murmurs against your lips, becoming more and more sloppy with his kisses. his lips are hot against your skin, your body melting and sinking further and further into rafe’s chest.
you whimper as his finger brush against your clothed clit, opening your legs automatically. rafe smiles greedily against your neck, slipping his fingers into the waistband of your leggings, hands trailing slowly down your abdomen. his fingers reach your clit, earning a gasp as your mouth hangs open, waiting for him to touch you further.
“let me take care of you,” rafe whispers softly, his fingers rubbing your clit in circular motions. you bite your lip, trying to suppress a moan. the boys were downstairs and you didn’t want anyone knowing you were doing anything but studying up here.
you decided to help rafe out and lift your butt off the bed, sliding your leggings and panties down a bit, allowing him full access to your heat. your mouth goes dry, your head feeling fuzzy as rafe works his expert fingers on your clit, stimulating you in the best way. you let out another whine, spreading your legs even further for him.
rafe’s fingers stop, never letting a finger up as he slips further, his fingers circling your already soaked cunt. rafe never had to do much to make you wet. he could literally look at you a certain way and you’d fall to your fucking knees for him. his fingers weren’t the only thing you were wrapped around. and despite what he tells his frat brothers, you had him wrapped around your own fingers.
with ease, his two fingers sunk into your walls. you clenched around him momentarily, letting out a breath. “relax baby,” rafe soothes, encouraging you to let your whole body just turn to mush.
you instantly obey, your body falling limp. you close your eyes, sighing as he begins to fuck his fingers his fingers in and out. “fuck,” you whisper, trying your hardest not to moan. this was exactly what you needed after a long stressful week of studying. it was never ending and you’re ashamed to admit you didn’t really give yourself a break from any of it.
it wasn’t long before you felt your orgasm approaching. rafe knew your body better than you did. he always knew what you needed, when you needed it, and he always knew exactly how to do it.
you let a moan slip, the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of your cunt was just too good for you to keep quiet. you buck your hips, matching rafe’s speed and rubbing your clit against his palm. you hear rafe let out a shaky breath from behind you. he was so turned on at the way you you melted in front of him. your brain begins to practically liquefy as your cunt squeezes around his fingers.
“that’s it, baby, cum for me,” he urges behind you. you nod frantically, moaning and looking down as you watch his fingers drive into your pussy, his pace becoming quicker and quicker as you run after your orgasm.
with a loud moan, your fingers digging into rafe’s thigh, your orgasm hits you like a wave, practically knocking you into another world as you ride out your high against rafe’s palm.
“good girl,” rafe smirks, still pumping his fingers gently as you come down. your brain was fried at this point, your orgasm hitting you much harder than you anticipated. you needed that, so desperately and you were so thankful to be dating someone like rafe who knows what you need before you even do.
rafe pulls his fingers out slowly, allowing you to ease into the loss of contact. you sigh, slipping further down rafe’s torso and further into the bed. your eyes were shut and you felt overwhelmingly tired.
midterms. fuck.
you groaned, rolling around on the bed and sitting up. you felt a lot better about studying now despite you still not wanting to do it, you knew you needed to. you exhale deeply, standing and shimmying your panties and leggings back up.
“feel better?” rafe quips, eyes sparkling and wild.
“yes,” you chuckle, beginning to head back to the desk to deal with the impending work.
“always here for you,” he smirks, smacking your butt playfully.
rafes poor needy girl getting horny on the boat :(
he’s lazy from the sun, white shirt open and he coaxes you into his lap, letting you rut against his bulge through his swim shorts with your bikini bottoms pulled to the side so you can get off :( you’re scratching a little at his buzzed head and he hums lazily letting you nuzzle into him more, one of his hands stroking soothingly up and down you’re back whilst the other just slowly massages your asshole whilst you grind, raspy voice humming out a “you’re alright, take what you need baby.” as he thinks about rolling a joint for you both to calm you down :(
