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[willsimpforanyone]

i had to work up the gumption to make a request but here goes: leo valdez x child of palaemon while leo is building the argo II and they take one look at the boat and can't NOT nitpick it. their dad is LITERALLY the god of this, sorry leo. why the fuck did you put so much weight in the stern this thing is going to pitch so badly when it transfers from air to water?? are you using CLEATS to tie that down??? LEO WHY ARE THE RUDDERS PLACED SO CLOSE TO THE TRANSOM I DON'T CARE IF IT'S MORE FUEL-EFFICIENT THIS IS GOING TO STEER LIKE SHIT. (he's a brilliant engineer but they, unlike him, have actually driven a boat before: you can design the world's most efficient ballpoint pen but that won't keep it from cramping your hand when you actually have to write with it, and reader has strong opinions about lateen sails.)

okay, full disclosure, i know NOTHING about boats. There’s a sail, a rudder, port side and starboard side, a helm? So let’s see if i can write this without having to do a deep dive on boats

I had been keeping myself away from the construction of the Argo II for a reason. I’d been supportive of Leo as he talked mechanics and engineering, smiled and nodded and stayed politely the fuck away from Bunker 9.

Inevitably, of course, I couldn’t stay away forever; and thus we arrive at my current predicament. Feet frozen in the entrance with an armful of blueprinted suggestions from Annabeth, it feels like I’ve been dealt psychic damage.

Leo looks up from his workbench and breaks into a grin. “Well, good morning to you, gorgeous, to what do I owe the honour?”

I swallow, dragging my eyes away from the boat currently mid-build to look at my almost endearingly ignorant boyfriend. “…’Beth has some, um. Ideas.”

He hops up from the bench with a happy hum, crossing the bunker over to me and accepting the stack of thin blue paper. “Ah, do you think she’ll know if I just sort of… hang them on the wall and never look at them?”

“…yes.” His dumb joke breaks some of the one-sided tension, and my gaze drifts back to the semi-completed Argo II. Questions bubble up in my mind unbidden; does he only know one kind of knot? Is that really the finished rudder? Because I sincerely hope not.

Leo steps closer to me, shoulder to mine as his eyes follow my gaze without me realising.

“Baby, if you thought any harder, I’d be able to hear the cogs whirring in your head.”

My hands cover my face as I laugh awkwardly, cheeks tinged pink. “It’s nothing, it’s nothing, I- I’ll get going, I was just here to drop off Annabeth’s ideas.”

Leo catches my wrist gently as I go to turn and walk out. With a sound like machinery moving, he pulls me back to his side.

“Now, hold on,” he drawls in an exaggerated Texas accent, raising his eyebrow at me. “This is the first time you’ve been here, and you’re gonna leave without saying anything?”

I swallow again, seeing the curiosity and interest curling hot in his eyes. “…it’s good.”

His eyebrow drops into a deadpan look. “It’s ‘good’? That’s it?” Leo pokes a finger against my forehead. “Isn’t your dad Palaemon? Sailors and boats and shit? And all you have to say about my darling, beloved, sweetheart of a ship is that it’s ‘good’?”

The pause feels judgemental enough to reach down my throat and pull the words from my lungs. “… I might… have some thoughts.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Leo drags me closer to the boat, makes me stand in front of it, fishes a notebook and pen from his tool belt and sits crosslegged on the floor. For extra effect, he reaches deeper into his belt and withdraws a pair of glasses made of a couple of hex keys and wire.

He gestures for me to go ahead. “Off you go.”

I’m more than a little confused. “…off I go where?”

“Tell me.” Leo shifts on the floor, tapping his pen on his notebook. “What’s wrong with the boat?”

…that did not help the confusion. “You want me to tell you what’s wrong with the thing you’ve spent countless hours designing and building?”

He sighs, a mix of exasperation and fondness. “My love, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to come in here and boss me around.”

“Leo, what the fuck?” I laugh, casting my eyes up to the ceiling as if praying for strength. “You know once I start, I will not stop, right?”

“Counting on it.” He winks, boyish in a way that’s irritatingly charming.

For just a moment, I swear I can hear the sea, feel floorboards under my feet, the breeze barely brushing its fingers through the ends of my hair. Leo’s eyes widen a fraction and his smile widens. Dad approves, I guess.

“Alright.” I roll my neck, stepping closer to the Argo II like I’m sizing up a sea monster. “I’ll start from the big things first, then get into the nit-picking.”

Leo laughs, and I can feel his eyes fixed on me unwaveringly. “I’m really gonna have to check my ego, huh?”

“You’ll live,” I grin, reaching up to tug on a rope that immediately comes loose. “…unlike if you fly with this ship.”

Wincing slightly, Leo nods and makes a note. “Okay, better knots, noted, I would love not to die by shit rope.”

“Smart choice.” I do a circuit of the underneath of the boat, already spotting several issues. “Now, pay attention.”

i cowarded out lol i truly know nothing about boats but i hope you enjoyed this anyway! thank you so much for requesting <3

[willsimpforanyone]

i have so many requests that i need to write so requests are CLOSED while i empty out my inbox a bit

never fear, i will reopen them as soon as i can!

[willsimpforanyone]

hello! is it possible for you to write solangelo x reader who worries they’re an afterthought/don’t belong in the relationship and is comforted by their boyfriends? thank you in advance, and sorry if this isn’t descriptive enough. have a good day!

i have had several requests for solangelo so this is also for the person who requested a transmasc son of nyx and the person who asked for any solangelo because i write them so well they could sob, apparently

We promised we wouldn't do this.

What with Nico's habit of refusing to talk and Will's habit of putting on a smile when he's falling apart, we promised that no matter what, if one of us was struggling, we would talk about it. No shutting ourselves away, no suffering in silence.

I haven't shut myself away, technically. And it's still daytime, so there's no night for me to retreat to like I kind of wish I could. The living room is bright, sun beaming through the windows in a way that hurts my eyes but makes Will light up like summer.

They look... pretty. Nico has actually been dragged outside a few times so his pale skin has gained some of the olive tone he must have had as a kid. It suits him. Of course, Will is glowing, blonde hair haloed around his head as he pretends like he's totally not fake yawning to put an arm around the son of Hades pretending to hate it.

And where am I? Where have I put myself, if not with the boys I love watching something inane on the TV?

There's a small table at the back of the room, a couple of stools on either side, only really used when we have someone over. I roll my eyes at my own dramatics. Have I really placed myself at the level of a mere 'guest'?

I turn back to the empty document open on my laptop, wondering if it's the light or the love that hurts my eyes. The compromise on me being allowed to do some work was that I had to do it in the same room as Will and Nico... but did they only ask so I wouldn't feel left out? Was it cruelty, to make me watch as they laughed quietly and bickered while I sat apart, the metres feeling like miles?

I shake my head sharply, shifting in my seat and clear my throat. Shut up, shut up, they wouldn't do that. Even if they thought I was... intruding, or something, they aren't cruel, no matter what Nico likes to pretend. They love me, I know that. I... I know it.

"How you gettin' on over there, honey?"

Will's voice startles me out of my thoughts, and it takes me a second to make myself appear less like a bunny in the headlights as I look over. "U-Um, yeah, fine, just... more stuff to do than I thought."

He frowns slightly, but quickly shrugs and gives me a blinding smile. "Alright, let us know when you're done, yeah?" I nod in return, and that seems to satisfy him.

The boy beside him seems less convinced. Dark eyes bore into the side of my head as I refocus on my computer screen, and I do my best impression of someone absorbed in their work.

With surprising speed and agility, Nico is off the sofa and standing next to me before I have time to close the empty document. He reaches out and closes the laptop, then folds his arms over his chest.

"Why are you lying?" Somehow, he doesn't sound accusing or interrogatory, just... confused, the words flavoured with anxiety in a way only an experienced connoisseur can detect.

Will sputters at Nico's blunt question, stumbling over and pulling him back a bit. "Neeks, you can't just say that-!"

Nico doesn't move, entirely locked onto me, like he can catch every twitch, every blink, every intake of breath, and find the answer. There's a thick, tense pause that blankets the room, the sun outside seeming to dim just within these four walls.

Will opens his mouth to break the silence and Nico, without looking, holds up a hand to the older boy's mouth. He's waiting. He asked a question, and he wants an answer.

I can only bear it for so long before the beginnings of the truth start to escape. "...I didn't want to be in the way."

Again, Will opens his mouth and Nico actually covers it with a palm. "Why do you think you're in the way?"

Bastard, hateful boy, forcing me to talk, I've never despised anyone more (I love him so much my chest might cave in and expose my heart just so I can give it to him.)

"Because... because you looked happy, by yourselves, watching TV. I didn't- I didn't want to intrude." If I were a plant, I would have withered away under Nico's judgemental glare. Will makes a noise of distress behind Nico's hand.

"Have you been sitting here this whole time, pretending to work, because you thought we were, what, better off without you?"

The brutal phrasing of the question chews up my metaphorical leaves and spits them out, and I'm forced to face my thoughts out loud rather than just in my head. My voice is quiet and hesitant. "...yes?"

"I can't believe I'm dating a hypocritical moron." Nico's eyes roll so hard I'm a little worried they'll pop out their sockets.

Will finally yanks Nico's hand away from his mouth. "Don't call him a moron!"

"I'll call him a moron when he's being a moron," Nico drawls, deadpan in disbelief. Turning back to where I've become a husk of a demigod, he reaches out and flicks my forehead. "And thinking we'd rather be just the two of us when he exists is one of the most moronic things I've ever heard." A second flick to my nose. "Weren't you the one who insisted we have the whole 'talking about our feelings' crap?"

I visibly wince. "Yeah, I guess."

"You guess?" Nico flicks my forehead again. "You were the creator, dumbass. I agreed to-" He practically shudders. "-tell you both when I feel bad, and you've been sat stewing in misery for like, two hours? That's my job, I have a monopoly on stewing in misery, you don't get to just take it!"

I don't know whether to laugh or cry, a wobbly smile pulling at my lips at his scolding that sounds a little too much like worry. "I'm sorry for stealing your job, Neeks."

He sniffs haughtily, folding his arms back over his chest and flicking hair out his eyes. "You should be. I've had to deal with Will alone for two hours, do you know how hyper he gets when it's sunny? It's like he's supercharged by photosynthesis or some shit."

Will makes a sound of mock-outrage and I laugh, a little fragile but not as fractured as I thought. The corners of Nico's lips quirk up, and his hard stare softens just enough for me to get the message; I've been forgiven for being stupid, but don't let it happen again.

With a step to the side, Nico gestures towards me. "Go on, we both know you're dying."

"Oh, thank the gods-" Will is on me before I can react, sweeping me off the stool. "I know Nico's method works on you but it's so hard to not smother you! You're not leaving my side for at least three days, either of you!" (I love you both so much I couldn't bear it if you left.)

He deposits me on the sofa, sitting down so close he might as well be on my lap. Nico comes to sit on my other side, leaning against my arm and lacing bony fingers with mine.

"Don't be dumb," he murmurs, the tips of his ears red as he looks very firmly towards the still-sitcom-playing TV. "I'd drag the pair of you out of Tartarus if I needed to." (I love you both so much I don't know what to do with myself.)

With Will's curls brushing my cheek and Nico's chilly hand in mine, I can feel the self-doubt slinking away into the few shadows cast by the sun coming in through the window. "I know." (I love you in a way that feels inevitable; the day, the night, and death.)

holy crap i haven't written angst in ages, this was so fun actually! i hope you enjoyed, i know it was a bit more nico-focused but i think i respond better to being told i'm being stupid than being coddled the way i think will might. thank you for requesting!

[willsimpforanyone]

Please please can you write Leo Valdez x male reader smut and where reader is taller than Leo but yet Leo still manages to like top despite the height difference??

ooo interesting, i love it and i can for sure do that

contains a little degradation, the spanish endearment ‘cosito’ which means ‘little one’, leo is a bit dominant and the reader is a bit submissive

I was already laughing before Leo grabbed the glass from my hand. His irritation was just… adorable, almost as adorable as the scene from four seconds ago where he was stretching up to try (and fail) to get a glass from the cupboard.

“Shut your face,” he mutters, pouting as he ducks away from me to open the fridge, pouring water from the filter into the glass.

Unable to resist, I sidle up behind him and slip my arms around his waist, resting my chin on his head. “You need help, baby? The water filter too heavy for your little arms?”

Leo huffs, and I don’t need to see him to know he’s frowning at said filter like it offended his ancestors. “I’m slightly short, not weak,” he protests. “I’m an inch shorter than the average height for a male.”

“And clearly, you’re not bothered by it at all,” I grin, burying my nose into the curls at the top of his head and breathing in the ever-present smoky smell that clings to him like cologne.

“Well, maybe you’re a freak of nature, ever thought of that?” He shuts the fridge and pushes his way out of my arms, downing the water in one.

I laugh, leaning against the counter as Leo ditches his glass in the sink. “I’m not a freak, I’m evolution incarnate.”

Leo makes a humming noise, turning round and mimicking my pose as he leans back against the kitchen surface. His eyes are dark, trailing all the way from my toes to my head, and something shifts, just slightly.

“You’re some kind of a higher life form, huh?” He murmurs, arms crossed over his chest. There’s a brief pause before he speaks again. “Can you come here for a sec?”

A little confused, I push off from the counter and cross the kitchen, standing in front of him. Leo smirks, looking up at me.

“Awfully obedient for someone so advanced.”

I freeze, and breathe a laugh. “Hey now, I was just playing, babe-“

“I’m not.” Leo shrugs, reaching out and curling his fingers into the front of my t-shirt to pull me closer. When he deems me close enough, his hand runs up my chest and the side of my neck to bury itself into my hair. A soft, contented sigh leaves my lips before I interrupt myself with a harsh gasp as Leo tightens his hold and yanks.

My knees wobble, and my hands fly out to grab at the counter either side of Leo as he uses my hair to bring me down to his eye level. A smirk plays on his lips. “Wow, for someone so ‘evolved’, you sure caved quick.”

“…that’s not fair,” I whine quietly, struggling a little to stay steady while being forced to bend down. Leo makes a noise of discontent and pulls at my hair again, my head going back too far for me to remain standing. My knees hit the kitchen tile with a dull thud.

The look in Leo’s eyes is… hungry, almost. Desiring, wanting, the look of someone who just got a taste of a new kind of power and is planning on savouring it.

“Oh, that’s much better,” he murmurs, letting go of my hair only to run his fingers through it like he’s petting a cat. “Doesn’t matter how tall you are, really, doesn’t mean you can’t be put in your place.”

I shiver, swallowing thickly. “Put in my place?

Leo nods, just once, his hand going under my chin to tilt my head back a little further. “Mm, mhm. Now, go. Bedroom. Now.” I go to stand, and Leo tuts. “No, stay down. You don’t get to be tall anymore.”

With his expectant eyes watching my every move, I begin to crawl, hands and knees shuffling over the kitchen floor, then the wood of the hallway, then through the bedroom door onto the carpet. Leo follows, closing the bedroom door behind him.

“On the bed, cosito.” He busies himself with opening the bottom drawer on the bedside table, clearly expecting me to obey without question.

…he’s right to expect it, and I climb onto the bed, cheeks pink with my hands in my lap to subtly cover the tent in my jeans. Leo turns around, lube and condom in his hands that he throws on the bed. “Strip.”

Taking a shaky breath, I tug off my t-shirt and jeans, long limbs bared to his predatory eyes. He clears his throat expectantly, and my briefs join the pile of clothes off the bed. Leo’s hand settles in my chest and pushes me back until I’m laying on the bed.

He straddles my thighs, smirking as he focuses on my half-hard cock. “Doesn’t matter how big you are, you’re still cute.” His hand wraps around me, and I groan at the touch.

“A-Ah- Leo, what…?”

“Shut up, I’m making a point,” he cuts me off, squeezing gently at the head of my cock and making my hip buck up with a gasp. “You’re always talking shit about my height, so I’m gonna show you that it doesn’t matter how tall you are, I can still wreck your shit.”

With a surprising amount of strength, Leo moves off my lap and flips me over, the air pushed out of my lungs with an ‘oof’. His hands grab my hips and hoist them up before I can react, forcing my spine to arch and push my ass out.

“See?” He murmurs, and I can hear the smirk in his voice. “Bent over so nice for me, cosito, not so mouthy now.”

There’s a distinctive click that I recognise as the lube bottle being opened, and I gasp when Leo’s finger prods gently at my hole. “O-Oh, shit-”

His free hand is braced on my lower back, keeping me still and bent over as he slowly works a finger into me. My head pressed into the bedsheets, Leo feels…. bigger, his presence making me feel small in a way I never really feel.

…I like it a bit more than I thought I would.

With his first finger inside me, Leo makes quick, efficient work of stretching my hole up to three fingers, pulling moans and gasps from my lips. “Such a cute little hole,” he hums, almost to himself. “So tight, even for my small fingers, hm?”

I shake my head, keening as Leo spreads his fingers apart. “Y-Your fingers aren’t sm-small, ah, they’re long-“

“Oh, so now I’m not small?” He teases, running his free hand up and down my spine soothingly as he eases his fingers out, quickly shoving down his sweatpants and underwear and freeing his cock with a breathy moan. With a quick smack to my thigh as a reminder to stay still, Leo reaches for the condom, tearing the packet and rolling the latex onto himself with a hiss.

I instinctively arch my back further, knees shifting further apart, cock bobbing between my legs. “Fuck me, baby, please…”

“Still think you’re ’more evolved’, huh?” Leo growls, nails digging into my hip as he lines himself up with my hole with his other hand. “Still reckon you’re ’more advanced’ just because you’ve got a couple inches on me?”

“No,” I gasp, feeling my hole fluttering around the covered head of his dick as Leo pushes the first inch in and out of me. “N-No, ‘m not, I’m sorry, Leo, I was just joking-”

He huffs a laugh, rewarding me with pushing halfway into me. I moan brokenly, hands curling into the sheets. “That’s right,” he murmurs, both hands holding firmly to my hips now. “Being nearly six feet tall and getting fucked by your five foot six boyfriend really puts things into perspective, huh?”

Finally, Leo thrusts the rest of the way in, resting his forehead against my back and panting as my body clings to his cock. “So tight, cosito, fuck…”

It’s barely a few seconds before he pulls out just halfway and slams back in, setting a ruthless pace, his nails biting into the skin of my hips as he moves. Shuddering moans and pleas crawl up my throat as my body rocks with every thrust, harmonising with the quick, rhythmic slapping of skin.

It’s almost alarming how close I get after only a few minutes, my dick throbbing, precum dribbling from the tip onto the sheets. Leo slaps my ass, getting my attention.

“Use your stupid long arms and touch yourself,” he pants, exertion clear in his voice as he keeps up the pace. “Do it, now.”

With a shaky hand, I reach underneath us and wrap a hand around my aching cock, whining long and high as I slowly begin to jerk myself off. This isn’t good enough for Leo, who punctuates his growl with a particularly sharp thrust. “Faster, better make yourself come before I do, or you’re not coming at all.”

The threat kicks me into high gear, my hand snapping in time with his thrusts. Combining the sensations is a deadly feeling, and I barely have time to stutter out a warning before I’m coming. Panting moans spill from my lips as white streaks spurt from the tip of my cock, staining the sheets under me and covering my hand. Leo groans hoarsely as my hole clamps down on him, and he thrusts once, twice, three times before his hips stutter and he finds his own release.

There’s a moment of quiet. Both of us are still, hearts pounding and chests heaving unevenly as we try to catch our breath. Leo whispers a soft apology as he eases himself out of me, carefully rolling us to the side so I don’t fall chest first into the ruined bedsheets.

He crawls up beside me as I lay on my back, sighing softly when he tucks himself against my side, half on my chest. “You doin’ okay, babe?”

Slowly, I nod, a worn but genuine smile on my lips as I wrap an arm around him. “Yeah, ‘m good. That was… good. New, but I liked it.”

“Good.” Leo leans up to kiss my cheek, and I turn my head at the last second to catch his lips instead. The kiss is short but warm, and we wear matching grins as we pull away.

There’s another moment of quiet before he speaks again. “…you’re gonna have to get yourself to the bathroom, by the way. I know I just did the whole ‘height doesn’t matter’ thing, but seriously, I’m too short to carry you.”

hoo boy, this took a while. also i found out that leo is a) five foot six and b) born in 1994?? this man is over 30 years old???

anyway, i hope you enjoyed!

[willsimpforanyone]

Brother PLEASE I am begging you to post something ANYTHING it doesn’t even have to be a fic just PLEASE I am on my KNEES

i have been away for over a week bc my best friend was over from her country so we were BUSY but i will be writing today, never fear, i have not forsaken you!

[willsimpforanyone]

Could you pretty please do some Connor Stoll x child of Aphrodite reader?? Ty!!!!

Well since you asked so nicely!

i am personally a fan of the Hermes kid x Aphrodite kid dynamic

mostly because of the idea that the Hermes kid steals pretty things for their Aphrodite kid partner

and that is something connor would 100% do

he appears from nowhere, slightly out of breath with a bouquet of slightly disheveled flowers and a crooked grin

offering them up with a bow that makes you smile every time he does it because it’s so cheesy but so sweet

and there’s a moment where you’re like

“Hey, con? Where did you get these from?”

and connor just kisses you on the cheek and darts off to avoid answering questions

he is head over heels for you, completely, has been since the moment he met you

but it took you a long time to appreciate that he attraction and feelings for you were real

you’re a child of Aphrodite, you’re stunning and naturally magnetic, of course you’re hesitant and sceptical when someone expresses an interest

it’s only when he starts complimenting you on non-physical attributes that you feel you can take him seriously

he’s cheering you on while you’re fighting and training, he’s racing you to the top of the rock wall and pulling all kinds of playful stunts to make you lose the race

he lives to make you laugh, nothing is better than when he can make you throw your head back in laughter

when he's really in trouble, you’re the one he comes to for protection or to beg you to sweet talk him out of trouble

you’d scold him but his puppy eyes and pouty face are just too irresistible

y’know that thing where kids of Aphrodite are supposed to break the heart of the first person they love or something?

yeah you quickly decided not to do that

this guy likes you for you

he loves you, and you love him, why the hell would you deliberately ruin that because of some dumb tradition?

connor acts like he never even thought of that, but he hugs you really really tightly once you had that conversation

he just adores you, and he always will

Thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoyed!

[willsimpforanyone]

Hello I just wanted to pop in to say I just read solangelo x reader part 3 and new kink unlocked? Idk what it even is but it was an awakening for sure. Thanks I think

alskdlajdlsl i'm glad to have awakened something in u, ur welcome i think?

love hearing how my writing has affected people lmao

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this isnt even a request i just need to know your personal opinions: leo and pet names. not like the pet names he would give YOu but like. if his belovedTM strolls up behind, wraps their arms around his waist and is just like hey prettyboy :) do you reckon his brain bluescreens. can we hit him with silly ones. angel. dollface. handsome. boothang.

are u KIDDING leo would love that

he goes all gooey and happy, massive grin on his face like he can't help it

boo or boo thang For Sure, any kind of baked good like muffin or cupcake, he'd love darling but said very specifically like a posh english femme fatale, like a very drawn out 'daaaaaarling' because it makes him giggle

[willsimpforanyone]

AHHHH ANGEL HI NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN <3 a bit late to seeing you active again cuz of school but hihihihihiHIHIHIHI HOW HAVE YOU BEEEEN <33÷÷÷

-🦭

hi lovely!!! i have been pretty good, trying to get myself into some kind of routine, with varying levels of success

i hope school is going well for u!!

[willsimpforanyone]

PLEASE Connor Stoll x nb!amab!reader🙏 sub!connor and soft!dom!reader ^^

now i haven’t done smut in a while so bear with me

“Put it down.”

Connor’s face looks incredibly guilty for a son of Hermes. The phone in his hand is clutched tight, the screen timer still ticking over innocently on the screen. He smiles uncertainly. “Oh, hi, babe, whatcha doing here?”

“In our bedroom?” I raise an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed over my chest. “Watching my boyfriend breaking the rules we agreed to set, apparently.”

At least he has the sense to put his phone back down on the desk. I don’t move, just watching as he shifts his weight from foot to foot. “I was just… checking the time left. Forty-five minutes, apparently.”

A smirk plays on my lips. “That timer said sixty-five minutes.”

“Oh, yeah, sixty-five, that’s right,” Connor laughs, his attempt at being casual failing dismally as I breach the few steps to sit on the bed.

I pat the sheets next to me, waiting expectantly. He visibly deflates, slinking over and sitting cross-legged next to me on the bed.

“Now,” I begin, my hand moving from the sheets to rub over his knee gently. “Be honest, baby. Did you need your phone, were you bored, or did you want to break the rules?”

Connor pouts like a kid, eyes looking down at the pattern of the bedsheets. “…I was bored.”

“Thank you for being honest,” I smile, my free hand tucking under his chin to tilt his face up to mine. “But you know that’s not a good enough reason, don’t you? We don’t have many rules, so I expect you to obey the ones we do, understand?”

The pout gets stronger, but I receive a nod to show he’s listening. Connor knows there’s a reason we have a few hours without phones, and my phone is right by his on the desk in the spirit of fairness.

“C’mere,” I murmur, patting my lap and smiling as Connor obediently slinks into my lap, straddling my thighs and wrapping his arms over my shoulders. “Don’t pout, sweetheart, but I do have to punish you a little bit, yeah?”

Connor sighs, nosing at my cheek apologetically. “I know…”

My hands smooth up his thighs and over his waist, sneaking under his t-shirt and feeling him shiver. “I’m going to give you one ruin, okay?”

The pathetic noise of protest makes me laugh. “That’s too much!” He whines, burying his face into my neck.

“That’s not really up to you to decide, is it?” I muse, pressing a kiss to his temple and sneaking my hands down to the waistband of his sweatpants. “You broke a rule, you get punished, that’s how this works.”

It’s so cute how his breath hitches at the mere suggestion of my hands dipping under the clothing, and I coo at his hip twitches as I hook my fingers under the elastic and ease it down to his mid thigh.

“You’ll be fine, Con.” My hand ghosts over the front of his briefs, feeling him soft; I don’t worry, he won’t stay that way.

Palm pushing gently at his clothed cock, I litter kisses over his neck and feel him hardening under my touch. “You’re so easy to work up, baby, it’s so cute.”

“I’m… I’m not cute,” he complains, his protest somewhat nullified by the way he swells as I palm him, exhaling shaky and hot against my neck. I can feel myself twitching with interest in my pants, but it’s easy to ignore when I have Connor so sweet in my lap.

“Mm, you are though.” My thumb finds the damp patch on his underwear, circling over his already-leaking tip and hearing moans smothered against the crook of my neck. “You’re so sensitive, you’re already wet, how can you say you’re not cute?”

Connor’s cock twitches under my hand at my words, and I laugh softly. Both my hands move to the waistband of his briefs, tugging them down just enough to free him from the fabric and looking down between us to see him bounce cutely.

“So cute,” I whisper, more to myself than him, wrapping my hand around him and slowly beginning to pump his cock. “Feeling good, hm?”

He nods his head, and I click my tongue. “Words, Connor.”

“Y-Yeah,” he whispers, shifting his head so his cheek is squished to my shoulder, lips parted and panting soft and warm against my skin. “Feels… feels good.”

”Good,” I hum, pecking his ear as I press my thumb under the head of his cock, earning myself a harsh gasp and a jolt of his hips. “There we go, sweet boy.”

He’s so sensitive, leaking and an angry red colour in my hand. I stabilise his hips with my other hand, squeezing the bone reassuringly. I can feel his body trembling slightly against me, moans and whimpers pressing into my neck.

“Can I- I’m gonna c-come.” Connor whispers shakily, and I have to take a deep breath to not buck my hips up against his. Cutie seems to have already forgotten the point of this.

“So soon?” I tease him breathlessly, working my hand over him steady and strong. “My baby really is sensitive today, huh? Alright, you can come when you need to.”

It takes a few more pumps of my hand before Connor tightens his arms around my neck, gasping as his hips jerk up over and over. The second he starts to come, I let go, watching his pretty cock spurt come over his underwear and sweatpants.

“What- no!” Connor’s voice is filled with a confusing mix of pleasure and betrayal as he’s forced to go through his orgasm without any help. My hands run over his waist as his pulses his hips desperately, searching for friction that’s no longer there.

He pulls his head out my neck, eyes watery and upset. “Why…?”

“You forgot this was a punishment, didn’t you?” I coo, leaning forward to kiss his nose. “Silly boy.”

Connor deflates like a sad balloon, his cock still hard and weeping after his ruined orgasm. “Oh… s-so, I don’t get to come properly?”

“Not right now ,” I shake my head, a hand cupping his cheek to hold him still while I peck a chaste kiss to his lips. “Maybe later, if you’re good.”

He whines, but chases my lips as I kiss him. I laugh against his lips, gently tucking him back into his stained briefs, tugging both briefs and sweatpants back up over his hips. “No more phone until the timer goes off.”

“Promise,” he mumbles into the kiss, hissing as I cover him back up.

“Good boy.” One last kiss, and I pat his hips. “Off, Con, let me get you some water.”

Connor flops off my lap like a dead fish, sprawled onto the sheets. “Water, and then I get to suck you off.”

No idea how to end this, but i hope you liked!

[willsimpforanyone]

AAAA HIHIHI >0<!! I LOVE THE NEW THEME OMG SO GLAD YOURE BACK

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hi hi hi!! i'm so glad u like the new theme, i tried so hard with it, i'm going through everything i've written and adding the dividers so it all matches lol

[willsimpforanyone]

I can't explain it but being with percabeth would feel like 3rd wheeling in ur own relationship and solangelo would feel like being with them on a deeper level than just romance or sex, stay with me on this one bro

actually yeah i kind of agree?

i think percabeth would try hard to involve you in their relationship, but there's so much history it's kind of hard to not feel left out sometimes

with solangelo, i don't think effort would be required. they're immediately including you in their playful arguments, will is latching onto you and whining when nico is being mean and moody, nico is hiding away with you when will is being too energetic for him... you're best friends first, partners second, and they don't need to think twice about including you or each other

[willsimpforanyone]

"have u declared urself squirrel anon? or is that just what u use lmao"

at the time I had only read like two things on your page so I didn't know that you did emoji anons 😭 i just add emojis so I remember what I asked and when I asked it but if squirrel anon is available I'd love to be it

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lol i've now got like 5 anons which is crazy bc i never thought i'd be one of those blogs with actual anons? so hello all of u!!

[willsimpforanyone]

✨I love your work so much ✨ I really want to write on this platform. Do you have any advice for that, or trying to get out there? I may or may not have requests for stories. Is 🍄 anon available? If not, 🍁. Please and thank you if you respond to this.

🍄 is absolutely available! honestly my advice is just... write something and post it?

i started with writing hamilton imagines because that's what i was obsessed with at the time, but i have a post about what i can write and soon people were asking for other things and it snowballed.

i don't do long form fics (yet) but there are so many other ways to write about things on this website, so yeah, write what you want to write and other people will want to read it

[willsimpforanyone]

When requests are back open could you tag me? Also just wanted to say I love your work :)

hello lovely! requests are finally open!

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haiii!! i get kinda nervous asking for stuff but ill try my best :3 could you do Nico x Clovis x Child of Gaia (who has some kind of connection to the underworld)? it can be smut or fluff, i dont really mind i just really like the ship

also… if it’s okay im gonna use the 🌀 emoji

(p.s, take care of yourself! you don’t owe us any apologies, your health is the number one priority) -anon 🌀

i had to remember who clovis was, he’s certainly a unique character to ask for but i will do my best! also u can absolutely use 🌀, welcome!

It’s after Nico yawns for the fourth time that Clovis has had enough.

“It’s not even my fault,” he mumbles, shuffling over to where Nico is curled up on the bed of the Hades Cabin. I laugh, covering my smile with my hands as Nico glares at me wildly ineffectively due to the way his eyelids droop.

“‘S your fault,” Nico definitely doesn’t pout, but he doesn’t resist as Clovis removes the book from his hands. “Go away, sleep inducing bitch.”

Clovis rolls his eyes and bodily moves Nico into laying down. Admittedly not without issue; Nico isn’t big, but Clovis does, like, zero exercise. A snap of fingers catches my attention, and I focus back on the boys in the bed.

“You come here too,” Clovis sighs, muffling a yawn into Nico’s hair. “Nap time.”

Raising an eyebrow, I drag myself off the floor and shuffle over. “I’m not the tired one, why do I have to sleep?”

“It’s about comraderie.” Four hands reach out and pull me into the small bed that for sure should not fit all three of us. “You’re the grounding presence.”

Nico nods sagely. “Exactly. Napping with a child of Hypnos and a child of Hades is dangerous, you need to help or we’ll have nightmares.”

“Will you now?” I roll my eyes, but I tuck myself behind Nico, squishing him between myself and Clovis. “Can’t have that, my poor hopeless loves.”

Proximity to Clovis is like being wrapped in a blanket that had been put in the dryer on a cold night, and Nico can have this almost soporific effect when he’s tired. Really, I had no hope once I agreed to lie down with them, my eyes fluttering closed of his own accord.

“Who wasn’t tired?” Clovis teases, reaching over to poke my cheek.

“Oh, fuck off, you two really are dangerous,” I mumble, swatting at his hand and nuzzling into the back of Nico’s head.

Nico is already mostly asleep, heart rate slowing and breathing deepening. “Shut up, both of you.”

Clovis and I glance at each other with fond exasperation, rolling our eyes at each other. “Sorry, Neeks,” he whispers, reaching a hand up to tap the end of Nico’s nose. “Go to sleep, we’ll keep you safe.”

At the tap on his nose, Nico is lulled properly into sleep, exhaling softly as he drifts off into dreamland.

“Your turn,” Clovis murmurs, hovering the same finger over my nose with a small smile. “Let’s keep our boy safe and grounded, yeah?”

I nod, reaching down with a sort of invisible tether, pushing through the floor of the cabin and into the earth below, securing a connection to my mother’s domain. Clovis gently taps my nose, and within a few seconds, I’m fast asleep.

The child of Hypnos looks over the two others in the bed, affection settling warm and heavy in his chest. “My turn,” he murmurs to himself, and closes his eyes. “I’ll come find you, I promise, like always.”

this was quite short but i hope you enjoyed, thank you for requesting!

[willsimpforanyone]

Hi can I request HCs for being Kate Bishops who is overly friendly and trusting of people and Kate is protective?

i'm assuming there’s a ‘partner’ or something missing there lol

kate loved how sweet and trusting you were

after all, it was what let here start talking to you

you were the one to talk to her first, happy to start up conversations with anyone next to you

she was thrilled this cutie was talking to her!

when you actually became friends and started dating, then she realised the slight downsides to your pure, trusting nature

you would talk to *everyone*

the cashier? doesn’t matter that you’ve got somewhere to be, you’re learning about her dog!

the seedy guy checking you out while kate is getting you drinks at a bar? He’s just being nice, he liked your dress!

she learns to keep half an eye on you constantly

perfects the technique of guiding you away from a conversation without you complaining

she doesn’t trust everyone the way you do, and as much as she loves you, it feels like maybe you need to think of your safety a little more

of course, she’s never ever going to give you the opportunity to learn that because she’s never leaving you

but when you’re fluttering around talking to everyone she kind of wishes she had one of those backpacks with a leash for kids

if anything ever does happen to you, she will tear the whole city apart to find you without hesitation

it will throw her straight into her villain arc because you are the pure, naive light of her life and she will be damned if anyone changes that

thank you for requesting!