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characters i write for:

- ethan nakamura

- leo valdez !!!

- percy jackson (pls provide a lot more detail for him im not that creative w him)

- GRAYSON HAWTHORNE

and thats it, sorry 😭 those are the only characters that i love so much to the point i can come up with anything, so i limit the characters i write for so that i dont disappoint everyone

i write smut as well!!

in your request, please..

- be at least a tiny bit descriptive !! this is just so i know just what you want !

- include some sort of character traits (like shy)

percy couldn't have possibly known. you hadnt made it obvious whatsoever. you moaned, you scratched, you came. you did whatever you could to convince him it was what you wanted. you'd done this with him so many times prior! you can't possibly not want it now! but you knew that if you had told him beforehand, he would've gone to bed sexually frustrated, and he would've put your feelings before his, always. because that's just who your beloved boyfriend is. he had checked consent, four times. you counted. that was four times that you had lied. when you guys first got undressed, when he started feeling you up, when he first put it in, and he checked in midway. four times. four times you had reassured him on your consent, but it was a lie. you had done everything you could to keep up this big fat lie, for percy. you told yourself it was for percy. but you knew percy would be upset. not at you. at himself, for not noticing during or after the act. i should have known. it's like you can hear his voice saying it.

it's either tell him now, or blurt it out in a conversation later. you're not the best at keeping secrets, not even your own.

"percy?" you mutter before you can stop yourself.

"baby?" he responds, the word slurs itself, and you know he's tired. it just worsens the guilt. fuck, you should've kept it to yourself. you can't go back now. stupid, stupid, stupid.

"i, um.." why can't the words leave your mouth? it's like they get stuck, despite the pent up, so called guilt that you had been tossing and turning with for.. what, the past hour? "i didn't want it."

you blurted out before you could even think about it, before you had time to stop yourself. fuckfuckfuckfuck, you knew what he was going to say, how the conversation was going to go, and you were gonna start crying, and you're just gonna make him feel guiltier than he already will. this was a horrible fucking decision.

"didn't want what?" your head is almost face to face with his, ever so slightly shorter than his, that you have to look up at him, almost. but you can see the realization dawn on him. "gods, (name), fuck, why didn't you tell me?"

"i.." why is your throat already getting tighter? why can't you do anything without crying? shit! "i don't.."

"hey, hey, hey.." he sounds tired, god he sounds tired. because of a lack of sleep, or because of you? it's hard to tell anymore, but you're starting to feel like it's the latter. "gods, don't cry, just.. you should've told me."

"i know, i know, i know, i-" your breathing is more erratic, less few and far between.

"no, no, breathe, please." you knew it would be like this. he would focus on you and not himself. gods, why won't he just blame you like he's supposed to? "please."

you shake your head, swiping at the tears. "i- um, i'm really sorry. i just, i didn't want you to get upset. i mean- i know you wouldnt, just.."

"i get it." percy mumbles. "no, i get it."

before you can fully open your mouth again, he speaks. "just, hear me out, okay? that's all i ask." you nod. the tears have long since stopped, settling into light sniffles. "i am upset, but i won't be if you just agree to tell me next time. you don't have to be afraid to, okay? i will never get mad at you for it. you always just agree whenever i say i'm too tired for sex. or when you want to go out and i say i'm drained. why don't you treat me like i'll react the same way? it's not healthy, (name). you should know i will react the exact same way you always do. the respect goes both ways, yeah?"

you go silent. he's so.. understanding. he doesn't argue, except about stupid shit, like the best ice cream flavor or the best disney movie. you begin to realize, you don't trust percy as much as you should. you've trusted him with your body, but never fully with everything else. you nod, weakly, so slight someone would think you have a crick in your neck if taken out of context.

"i'm not.. i don't have the best way with words. i'm not some fucking, intellectual, or anything. i'm dyslexic so.. no shit." he always tries to lighten the mood. it's what he's best at, and you know that's what he'd say so himself. "but i hope that was enough to get my message across. i'm sorry too, yea? i should've noticed something was off."

"i knew.. i knew you'd say that." a small smile graces your lips, almost against your will. you find that it does that a lot, whenever you're around percy. you love him more than can possibly be healthy. "i don't expect you to forgive me, but um.. i'll tell you next time. or i'll try."

"no, you will."

"okay, okay, i will, i promise," you let out a little laugh, and he follows. he has that rasp in his voice, the one that always emerges when he's tired or groggy.

you try to hold the words back, you really do. but it feels almost natural. it shouldn't, after only six months, but you've known this guy for years in all technicality. but still, it feels too early, and-

"i love you."

- HE WHIMPERS. no comment.

- 100% cried the first time you guys had sex !!!! he's never really been showered with love and feeling so much of it at once was so overwhelming in the best way possible !!!

- when you guys first started having sex it was the most vanilla thing in the world.. but he still had you choose a safeword. just in case. because he doesn't want you doing anything you're not comfortable with >.<

- THE AFTERCARE GOAT. food? yours. bath? he's running it immediately. if you just want to go to bed with him? he's wiping you down with a rag and mumbling sweet nothings in your ear until you do.

- already mentioned this but PRAISE KINK!!! he's been through too much to get off on degradation,, and he wouldn't feel good degrading u either. probably calls u names like "sweet/pretty girl" or "my love"

- he's tottalllyyy a switch!!!!! some days he'd be a complete control freak, focused on making you feel good, him being on top. and some days... maybe he just wants to be taken care of!!!! nothing better than when he gets home from a long day of work to your offers to use your pretty hands or mouth on him >.< but sometimes it's the opposite, and he's roughest when he has a bunch of pent up frustrations for the day. those days, you're getting fucked OR eaten out gooodddd

- gets off on your pleasure. like i said before, sometimes he takes that pent up frustration out on you. sometimes it's with his cock, but most days, he just stuffs his face between your thiighhsss. moans about how good you taste and about every little thing that pissed him off at work today. chefs kiss.