✡Desmond✡

— 𝑙uke 𝑐astellan 🗡️

he’s always known he was that guy, okay? sure, he had a tough upbringing. but being one of the best fighters in the camp and a demigod child whose godly parent actually doted on them a lot (for the better or worse), it got a guy some advantage, you know. plus his looks. his brooding bad boy look always reeled admirers in. still, luke didn’t think of that the moment you oh-so-confidently said you’d smash him. “castellan? smash. i’d lick his washboard abs for days on end.” he paused. turning to the voice. his eyes landing on you. a girl known for her…usually closed off nature, now gossiping with your friends about him like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “he isn’t even all that.” he saw you roll your eyes as a guy from another cabin butted into the conversation. “and you’re the judge of that…since when?” luke half smirked at your snarky response. finidng your defense of him adorable as he focused back on sparring. he should really give you that ‘licking his abs for days’ chance, huh?

— 𝑙eo 𝑣aldez 🔥

“leo valdez’s such a smash, not gonna lie.” those words made leo pause work with his hammer, lifting his goggled face and looking around. his only possible source landing on you. okay, there were like a bunch of half-bloods walking around his workshop window whilst he was working. but he knew it was you, leo could recognize your voice from a mile away. your sweet, soft, melodic, and mind-melting, boner rising – you get it, voice. a derpy smile made its way onto hephaestus’ son as he admired you walking with your friends to the pavilion. “gosh, princess, i’d smash your cervix if you let me,” he muttered quietly, completely and derpily smitten. which earned a gag from his sibling who was working next to him. “ewww. inside thoughts bro.” “oh, i definitely want to be inside of her, 100%.”

— 𝑗ason 𝑔race ⚡

when jason heard you gushing over him and telling you’d “smash him in a heartbeat,” he didn’t…know it was admiration and gushing. not at all. zeus’ son was convinced you meant smash like hit him, as in you had some beef with him that he had no clue about! it all happened earlier that day, “i’d smash grace in a heartbeat.” you whispered, but unknown to you, he heard, stopping the polishing of his blade completely. which led to now, in the posideon cabin with a laughing percy hitting his shoulder lightly. percy says your name before continuing, “she said smash, yeah?” jason nodded. “jace, she meant like…sexually.” that made the older guy raise a brow “i don’t want to be assaulted.” “no–!” ten minutes later, and jason was confused and flushed in a whole other way. adjusting his glasses and stammering lightly as he turned to posideon’s son. “so, how do i go about this? it’s ungentlemanly to just…take even if she said she would and is offering. i think i should ask her out on a date, or three, before we officially smash, if she’s in the mood to, of course!” oh well, percy was not explaining any further, he just gave the boy another pat before politely kicking him out of his cabin as he felt a migraine coming. “yeah, you go get her, tiger. respectfully, y’know? like: ‘may i slide inith your velveth walls, madam?’ that’ll do it.” “what, perseus, wait–”

— 𝑓rank 𝑧hang 🏹

oh frank, poor frank. he was even more flustered than jason. unlike the son of zeus, zhang knew what the word meant, and his face just lit aflame when he heard you direct it towards him. he was flattered. i mean, he noticed you around a few times and liked how kind you were to him. “zhang’s such a smash, bet he’d just lift me up and we’d do it standing the whole time!” frank nearly chocked on his spit as he heard your words, his brown eyes following the giggly you out of the training area as you left with your just-as-giddy girl friends who were ushering you about how good of a couple the two of you would be! it wasn’t brought up again until you were injured during training a few days later. frank rushed over to you, scooping you up in his arms and getting you to the infirmary. after you were looked over and left alone with him, he mustered up all his courage and said: “now that you saw my strength firsthand while carrying you, still think we could do it standing the whole time?” now it was your turn to become crimson in the face. breath hitching as he leaned in, his opposing figure being so gentle with you in that moment, his lips gently resting on your forehead.

— 𝑐onnor 𝑠toll 🪙

cue to loonytunens heart eyes and practically floating after you before being pulled back by his older brother. though not even travis could get him out of his lovesick delusions, as you, the girl he’s liked and annoyed with his shenanigans since day one, said you’d smash him. sure, it was a bit of a reluctant smash, but conner noticed the way your eyes lingered to him and the blush that coated your cheeks as you noticed him already looking at you. “connor stoll? well, yeah…yeah, i’d smash.” obviously, the reluctance came from a place of uncertainty as he was a notorious prankster and whatnot. but when he overheard you? he felt like he could ascend into space. conner liked liked you, that’s why he teased you the most and always hid your stuff. when your eyes met his heart skipped a beat (or three), and so did his dick ngl. “not now, brother. i need to get l-a-i-d by my g-i-r-l.” was all the younger prankster said before sprinting after you like possessed, slipping as he rounded the corner, before “smoothly” picking himself up and leaning against the cabin as your friends and you turned at the noise. “ladies,” he winked, awkwardly trying to appear cool and calm, “i need to speak to princess, so…” the other girls immediately left, giving you knowing looks as you looked away from him. “ahem…wanna go back to my cabin? i could…give you your stuff back, and a little something extra; as compensation.”

— 𝑡ravis 𝑠toll 🎭

“smash travis stoll?, oh gosh…yeah, yeah i would.” hello mommy. was travis’ immeiate thought as he bit his lower lip in a boyish manner, dimples becoming visible. he suggestively raised his eyebrow at you from across cabin tables during lunch. to which you rolled your eyes, laughing nonetheless as he mouthed “i heard” to which you mouthed back “you suck”. travis stoll was a goner. he always noticed you, rarely even pulling pranks on you because he knew how much of a sensitive soul you were. he always noticed you beating yourself up over the smallest things. and stealing from you was another no-no, because he knew you were deeply attached to every possession you had. and soon enough, he realized that he didn’t need his meschivious charm to woo you, just his dorky and lowkey dry one. that’s how your banter and small flirtations began at every chance. present time, he stood up from the hermes table, walking over and sitting behind you on your table, wrapping his arms around your waist and littering a few small kisses on to your neck. “oh, i’ll give you something to suck on, princess, alright.” he said, creating a few hickeys on your pulse point as your cabin mates groaned around you two.

— 𝑤ill 𝑠olace ☀️

happens when he’s relaxing with friends by a bonfire and the lake. his lean form, shirtless and in swim trunks, is now wet from swimming just minutes ago, illuminated by the moonlight and fire in the most delicious and breathtaking way. you fan yourself lightly, sitting at the far end of the dock. “gosh, he’s so hot…” your friend laughs lightly, glancing at him. “hot enough to smash?” you huff, as if that’s not already obvious. “duh…he’s totally in my smash book.” will, overhearing it, coughed, trying to cover up the sudden waver of his usually confident voice and tone as he spoke with nico. he desperately hoped the blush that spread across his face wasn’t so obvious, because the last thing he wanted was for people to think he got flustered by the story of dionysus licking the door of the shed where the wine was locked up. that’d just be weird. he leaned back on his muscular arms, his gaze going back to your bikini-clad figure at the end of the wooden dock, heart speeding up as you subconsciously threw your hair back in a sassy manner. gosh, he adored you and your statement attitude, your sweetness mixed with cheekiness. will puts a cold can of sprite on his groin, trying to downplay it as just putting a can in his lap that he’ll soon use for hydration, when in fact he was trying to cool down his now excited friend. later, as you passed each other, he discreetly passed you the now warm can from fondling it between his strong hands, a sticky note on it: “meet me in the infirmery in 10 minutes, your(s) will.”

── © dewypout