rosie113

[rosie113]

i fully support what you are doing to xoxochb (annoying af)

DIVA LETS BE FRIENDS <3333

[rosie113]

PEN 🖊️ IN MY POCKET 👖 LIKE I’M PERCY 🐟JACKSON!!!!!!!! 💙😝

[rosie113]

——— ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

“stop splashing water at me!”

you splash water back at percy anyways. he blocks it with pure mind-power, and throws it back into your face.

“this is hypocritical behavior, sweet girl.”

you gasp and quickly rub your eyes of the liquid as they begin to sting with the force of the action. you groan and reach out of the bathtub, taking a face cloth and wiping off your face.

you throw it on the floor to find later and sit back in the hot water. you glare at percy. he only smirks at you in return, tugging you closer to him by your hand once wrapped around your legs.

it’s unfortunate in this moment that you enjoy his touch far to much. you let his fingers intertwine with yours. you rest your chin in the top of your knee.

“I won’t splash you anymore, sweet girl, we can play sharks.”

you glance to the rubber sharks (like the ducks) that sit floating in the water. percy had found these in the children’s aisle the other day when out shopping with you. gods know why he was in the aisle in the first place, but you went along with it.

you lift your head and take one shark, handing percy the other. he clears his throat and holds the shark to the water.

“I’m thinking sixty-nine—”

you drop the shark. “stop right there. they’re going to go on a nice walk and pick flowers.”

“where’s the fun in that?” percy pouts dramatically.

“it’s domestic, now let’s play.”

percy smiles nonetheless. he picks up his shark following you, placing it beside your shark. “hey, gorgeous, you come here often?”

you roll your eyes but go along with it. “oh, you’re handsome, I don’t believe I’ve met you before…”

“the names…” percy trails off. “wait— what are their names?”

you think, then realize it’s irrelevant. “just use your own name.”

he nods eagerly before going back to the sharks. “the ladies call me percy but you can call me anytime.”

you break character again with an almost hysterical laugh. “I am not playing this with you anymore!”

“you don’t like my pickup line?” percy catches your contagious laugh.

you shake your head, attempting to calm from your laughter. “it’s dumb.”

“I got you that way didn’t I?”

not that particular pickup line— twelve year old percy jackson hasn’t been able to form a coherent sentence in your presence. not at least until two months later when he you tried to get him to eat a cookie that wasn’t blue.

“you got me because you have pretty eyes and nice biceps.” not entirely, but they were always a benefit.

“wow, I’m feeling very comforted, sweet girl, thank you.”

you drop the shark and climb your way onto his lap, the water swishing around you. percy’s arms are swift to instinctively encircle your waist. he presses a kiss to your wet shoulder.

“ten more minutes.” you’d been in here for a half an hour already. any more and you’d shrivel like a prune.

but you do love the warm water, and how percy’s very bare and damp skin feels against yours, and the position you sit in…

“five.”

his lips trail up your neck. “seven.”

“six.”

“fine.”

“but we have to get out after six minutes.”

percy’s mouth stops for a second. “and will I get rewarded for this, sweet girl?”

“why…?”

“because I’m your fiancé and you love me.” yes, but that doesn’t mean he’s not an idiot.

that also means you’re weak. “I suppose… but we’d have to get out now instead—”

“deal.”

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——— ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

“so after that she read the book, and as a good christian she was like ‘o-m-g this is total bullshit’ throughout the entirety of it— buttttt she ended up writing her own romance novel after that.”

“isn’t that against the morals of christianity though?”

you shrug. “I think? I know that premarital sex is a sin sooooo… yes?”

percy nods understandingly. “okay, tell me what happened after that.”

“well the novel she wrote was about this woman who walks into a bar and meets this man— she orders a dirty martini—” you laugh. “and then they go for a walk after and they just really talk about life I suppose.”

percy hums, the sound vibrating against the skin of your sternum. his legs entwine with your own, unclothed. you feel his face heat up. but you ignore this and continue your story.

“well anyways, so writing this whole sexy romance story was—”

“sweet girl.” you feel him smirking now.

“perseus.”

“I’m gonna need you to put on underwear before you continue that story.”

you laugh and roll your eyes. “you’re such a boy! I don’t even know where they are!”

“somewhere…” he lifts his head from your chest, searching the cabin floor. “somewhere.”

“exactly! so you and your hormones will have to wait.”

percy places his head back between your tits. you pat his head soothingly.

“I’ll have to show you that episode some time,” you murmur into his hair before pecking the top of his head.

“whatever you want. as long as your underwear are on I think I can sit through it.”

[rosie113]

was listening to lover n the lyrics ‘you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for mea and it’s soooo percy n his sweet girl coded!!!!!

——— ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

“do you know what else is hard?”

you groan. “stopppp! stop stop stop! you’re such a child!”

you hand collided with percy’s head harshly. he winces, though despite the pain laughs at your antics.

“a child?”

“yes, a child! I can never have a normal conversation with you without one of your crude comments!”

“sorry, I’m sorry, sweet girl.” percy pecks your lips to soothe the anger within you. “I’m listenin’ now, continue.”

“well it was very difficult… it took me only twenty minutes though. do ya wanna see it after? I colored coded it all so it’s cute!”

“sure, I’ll take a look later.” he rubs his hands up the skin of your waist tauntingly. you ignore it. at the same time, he begins to kiss your neck.

“remind me then.” you place your hand gently on the back of his head.

“mhm. ya smell different, sweet girl— new perfume?”

“no, body wash. I switched from the strawberry to vanilla. they were out of strawberry.”

“I thought I was your body wash.”

you sigh. “percy…”

“sweet girl…” you feel his smile against your skin.

you don’t respond to this. because you know that he knows that you’re response will not be kind.

“anyways…” you suck in a deep breath. “I’m making cinnamon rolls later. I found a new icing recipe and I’m excited to use it.”

“can I taste test?”

“sure.”

“though if I can add a suggestion— they’d taste great if you used your icing instead.”

you ponder that statement for a moment. the cabin is completely silent minus percy’s pecks. and soon your gasp breaks through.

“perseus jackson, you are such a weirdo!”

[rosie113]

don’t you dare look at my wife!

��𐭩 if there’s one thing that would piss gojo off more than the rearrangement of the sweet section, it’s two teenage idiots checking out his wife.

⤹ warnings fem!reader, jealous and possessive husband!gojo, 12 carat diamond ring (it couldn’t be less than this)

one of gojo’s absolute favorite things to do with you was definitely going to the supermarket. it might have looked like a simple activity, but for gojo, there were a few reasons that made it anything but simple:

1- choosing and deciding on what the house needed “together” (although you made every decision)

2- the way he’d always keep his hand on your waist while you walked down the aisles (because the thought of not touching you would drive him insane)

3- the sweet section (you knew the moment he spotted it, he’d disappear for a while, but he’d always come back)

4- watching you as you looked at the products (especially when you wore your mini shorts and bent down to grab something, making him think of all the things he wanted to do to that sweet ass of yours)

right now, he was fully indulging in number three. he knew the sweet section like the back of his hand and could find whatever he wanted with his eyes closed. but when he noticed that they’d rearranged everything, he was cursing every employee and manager in his head. also, who the hell thought it was a good idea to put salty crackers next to—

“dude, i think i just fell in love.”

“god, cut the crap and—”

“i was passing by the laundry aisle looking for you and she was there. the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen, man.”

gojo’s attention immediately shifted from searching for the strawberry-flavored pocky to the two kids standing in the aisle behind him. he could yell about the new arrangement later. because the curly-haired kid was definitely talking about you.

even though he wanted to shove both of their heads into the shelf of wafers and never let them come out, he told himself to calm down and consider the possibility that they weren’t talking about you. after all, you weren’t the only woman in the laundry aisle—there were two other women, one around 60 and the other 40, and maybe, just maybe, that curly-haired brat had fallen in love with one of them instead.

for the sake of his own health and his friend’s, he really hoped that was the case.

“shut your mouth and let’s get the chips. i don’t wanna be here anymore.”

the curly-haired kid grabbed his friend’s arm and started dragging him away excitedly. “forget the chips, man. just follow me.”

as soon as the kids left, gojo’s veins bulged with anger and he started following them. what he was doing would have been seen as insane by anyone else. a grown man following two teenagers at least 13 years younger than him wasn’t exactly normal, but he didn’t feel the slightest bit of discomfort about it because he was truly out of his mind.

when gojo found the kids he was following a little away from the laundry aisle where you were standing, he slowed his steps and quietly walked up behind them. his feet followed where the kids were, but his eyes were completely on you, watching you absentmindedly examine the purple detergent in your hands.

he wanted to run up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist to show those two who you belonged to. he could’ve given them a deadly glare to make them run for their lives.

of course, if he didn’t have another plan in mind.

even from a distance, he was starting to hear bits and pieces of their conversation as he got closer.

“dude…” the curly-haired’s friend was practically breathless.

“i told you. isn’t she just amazing?” the curly-haired one turned his head to his friend beside him.

“fuck yeah. i think i’m looking at the most beautiful face of my life. and the ass.”

the curly-haired kid laughed and turned back to stare at you. “yeah. definitely, man.”

both kids let out a sigh and fell silent, continuing to watch you as gojo had already slipped in behind them. his eyes had turned red with rage, and he was planning to rip out their eyes and shred them to pieces, but he tried to calm himself down. as he started to watch you the same way those kids did, all his anger faded away and his lips curled into a soft smile. he loved how picky you were about detergents, how you always carefully read the ingredients to find the best one. he especially loved watching you stand on your tiptoes to grab a different bottle, your shirt riding up just a bit to reveal a sliver of skin, exactly like you were doing right now.

but when he remembered he wasn’t the only one watching you, his eyes snapped back to the two kids. he silently brought his head in between them, close enough to make them jump out of their skin.

“so, who are we watching?”

both kids jolted and turned their heads to look at gojo, immediately freezing up when they saw the dangerous, sly smile on his face.

“dude, where the fuck did you—”

gojo pursed his lips. “oh no, no, that word’s way too rude.” his tone was mocking at first, but then it turned serious again. “let me ask again. who are we watching?”

the kids fumbled over their words, both of them stammering.

“w-we were watching that woman.” the curly-haired one finally stuttered out, pointing nervously at you.

gojo slung an arm around each of their shoulders and pulled them in closer. “oh okay, perfect. while you’re checking out that woman over there, i’d recommend you focus on her left hand.” the kids immediately looked back at you and locked onto the massive 12-carat ring on your left ring finger.

“you see it, right? that ring? i put it on her finger. she’s my wife. she wakes up in my bed every day. i’m the only one who gets to touch her.” gojo let them go, making them face him again. “if you still don’t get it, she’s mine and i’m the only one who gets to watch her with my mouth watering.”

the curly-haired’s friend squeaked out in a trembling voice, “w-we’re so sorry.” he then elbowed his friend to make him apologize too. “say something, dumbass!”

the curly-haired kid looked back at gojo, terrified, and choked out, “so sorry, sir. please don’t hurt us.”

gojo’s lips curled into a satisfied grin. “oh, don’t worry. i was only thinking about tearing your eyes out and making sure there’s nothing left of them. but you seem like smart kids, so i think you understand me now.”

the two kids nodded in perfect unison, stammering out, “yes, sir,” and gojo’s grin widened even more. he pointed to the supermarket’s exit. “good. now get the fuck out of here.”

the kids didn’t even look back as they bolted away. gojo let out a small laugh and turned to walk over to you. he closed his eyes as your floral perfume hit him, wrapping a broad arm around your waist to pull you back against his body. he pressed a soft kiss to the side of your neck where your perfume was strongest and inhaled deeply.

“wow, that must be a new record. you were only in the sweet section for five minutes. everything okay?” you dropped the detergent you’d finally decided on into the shopping cart and turned to face your husband.

“don’t even ask, baby! they changed the entire layout of the section, and i was about to have a meltdown. i had to come find you just to calm down.” gojo leaned in dramatically and laid his head on your shoulder like a sad puppy.

you rolled your eyes and ran your fingers through his white hair. “that’s terrible. want me to kick their asses for you?”

he lifted his head and gave you a bright smile. “don’t worry, baby. i already took care of it.”

©wickedvoices⌇do not steal or translate my work.

[rosie113]

Pinup dolly ♰

[rosie113]

𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚖'𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚍'𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

𝚖𝚎⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

{𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘, 𝚒'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚎} ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

[rosie113]

Hi!! sorry to bother you, but there is a user that goes by @ thelegion777 and he's a big pedo that has been sexualizing 17 year old ariana greenblatt for a long time.

he has been banned many times. he has even made lewd ai art of her and the first time I found him was when ariana was around 16. he may have been doing this for longer.

please report him!! please tag/tell others for awareness!

OMG yes of course what a creep!!

[rosie113]

𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

excited for easterrr⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

[rosie113]

𝚋𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

“percy! what’re you— stop it.”

you grab percy by the wrist and can only try to tear it away from the bowl of cookie dough.

“we don’t need any more dye, I promise you they will be so very blue!”

percy frowns and places the blue dye on the counter. “but I want them super blue!”

“and they will be, look.” you hold up the bottle to him. “there’s nothing left in here, you used all of it.”

“oh.” he smiles. “fun!”

you roll your eyes and discard of the bottle, grabbing the spoon to begin stirring the dough and the dye within it.

percy, on the other hand, wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin upon the top of your head, peering down as you mix the contents of the bowl.

“I like when you bake me cookies, sweet girl.”

“andddd… you’re saying that because you like the reward you get for behaving as I make them?”

“exactly.” he kisses your head. “and I get cookies too so it’s a win-win!”

“then what do I get out of this?”

it’s silent as percy thinks for a second. “quality time with your loving boyfriend.”

“oh, yippee,” you say with no enthusiasm. but the smile gracing your lips gives away your true feelings.

“you’re smiling, you love me, sweet girl.”

you place the spoon down against the side of the bowl and turn around, now facing percy. he pokes one of your smiling cheeks.

“since you’re so well behaved, turn on the oven for me. and get me a pan.”

percy’s arms leave your waist. “yes ma’am.”

you shake your head and await his return.

when he does, it is with a pan like you asked. once placed on the counter, you begin rolling the blue dough into spheres to be put on the pan.

percy does not help, but he does watch (you had to restrict him from helping during this part of the baking process since one time he had made an innuendo about rolling the dough into balls).

but you do see a glint in his green eyes that makes you aware he’s still thinking it.

“I can hear your thoughts.”

“really? can you?”

“yes. so stop thinking it, it’s just cookie dough.”

percy takes your waist back with one arm, pulling you into a side-hug. “I think you know what I’m gonna say to that, sweet girl.”

“I do. which is why this conversation is now over! how about you put these in the oven?”

obediently, he does so. how great it is to have a loyal golden retriever boyfriend.

[rosie113]

𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚗 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

[rosie113]

𝚈𝙰𝚈𝚈𝚈 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

OMGGG TYYY

[rosie113]

OMG I LOVEDDD THE PERCY LINGERIE FIC!!!!!!!

I really want to get into writing too!!! You are my biggest inspo rn, who inspired you? because they made an absoulte banger of an author out of you!!! Seriously, i just love your blog like sm

OMG tyy <3

[rosie113]

𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚜?? ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

i'm kinda bored with my basic tags {#} so lmk if you have any cute ideas for tags {new or already used!!}

xoxo, charleigh ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

[rosie113]

hey!! would you do a reader in baby blue lingerie smut?

𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 '𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚎 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

he’s already undeniably head over heels for you, you know this, but the second he sees you in your pretty lingerie— and it’s not just lingerie— it’s blue, his fucking favorite color. his cheeks are reddened, utterly speechless at the sight of you, the blue lace perfectly hugging every one of your curves, he could eat you whole right then and there!

you do a little twirl for him atop tippy-toes, earning his eyes tracing over every inch of you, beginning from the top of your head, your delicate facial features, hair cascading over your shoulders, blue lace, your perky tits practically begging him to touch, the curves of your waist, your legs he desperately wants to wrap around his shoulders, and down to the bottom of your perfectly pedicured feet. he doesn’t care tear his eyes away from such a sight as you, no, anyone would be silly to do that.

percy doesn’t know where to start, maybe say you look great— scratch that, you look fucking sexy— or should he just eat you out right on the spot? or trail his fingers over your skin and the blue lace? let you model for him? his head spins a million miles a minute he’s sure at any moment he’ll pass out from the overwhelming sensation.

“ya like it?”

like it? like it, love it, worship it, currently thanking lady duff-gordon of lucile for creating the concept of lingerie in the first place!

“I- I… yes! It’s…” the words quickly diminish from his tongue. he can’t seem to form a simple coherent sentence. especially not when you climb onto him, legs straddling his lap, and there’s no doubt in his mind that you can’t feel feel his major hardness through the fabric of his jeans.

timeskip ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

you hear incoherent babbles leave percy’s mouth in between pecks to your neck. words you can’t understand if your life depended on knowing them. you laugh lightly and ask him for clarification. he continues pecking at your skin in between his words,

“I love you,” he murmurs. and repeats the same phrase between every singular kiss. it leaves a strong flutter of butterflies to swarm your tummy. you nearly squeal and tightly wrap him in your arms, kiss the top of his head and tell him he’s loved equally as much. you refrain and let him continue kissing your neck. he trails each peck up higher progressively, your jaw, your chin, each cheek, your nose, cupids bow, closed eyelids, forehead, and back down, claiming your soft lips with his. quickly, the kiss is cut short by his uncontrollably wide smile, forcing him to pull back.

“stop smiling, weirdo,” you whisper-laugh, attempting to force his lips back onto yours. his grin is too wide. “stop, stop, stop!”

he can’t. physically, mentally, astronomically, psychologically, he’s in too much of a lovesick daze to do absolutely anything but smile at the mere thought of you. forcefully, percy bites down on his bottom lip to suppress this, and when he’s calmed he slots his slips with yours successfully this time, once, twice, three times, a fourth, between each a quiet ‘I love you’ as he tries to deepen each kiss. you feel his tongue swipe across your bottom lip, a silent plea for you to open your mouth to allow him further access to it. you do obediently.

and his, one, hand find themself in a tangle of your hair as he keeps your head impossibly closer to him, the other curling around the belt loop of your jeans. your hands, nearly similarly, are placed on his shoulders to steady yourself atop his lap. your intestines twist in your tummy, you hope in some kind of cordiform shape— that’s all you feel. even when percy pulls back only a tad, smiling against your lips, you mirror his expression and peck his lips once more before cupping his face between your hands, a simple action for you to admire him.

he does similar, resting his arms around your waist now.

“you’re really pretty, perce, do y’know that?” you peck his nose.

“I think you’re really pretty too.”

you can’t help the audible squeal that leaves your lips. you fulfill your previous desire and wrap your arms around him dramatically, relentlessly kissing the top of his head. this is, undeniably, the perfect moment.

AHHH I LOVE THIS TYSM FOR THE REQUESTT ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖

[rosie113]

𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛…⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

please, please, please give me some recomendations ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

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