i realised i probably never ever drew diavolo in all his beauty so that was a preparing research for some anon suggest. tho i find it pretty hard to draw antagonists as bishonens bc my philosophy is to grotesque all chaotic evilness and insane devilness in a character’s look even if it makes him look much much older and not shmexy at all (depends on tastes). making diavolo look so hellish is a good underline to his name
guess it’s a proof that i manage to draw not only sugarboys
You should do a Percy one with the “why don’t you come over here and make me” thing. You can decide the rest. I would hope it’s shmexy. Danke
A/N- As soon as I read this I was squealing （≧∇≦）I’m trying to change up my writing style and become more descriptive so let me know what you think! Chu~
Cabin Number- C/N
Mortal Parent- M/P
Pancakes are a special treat that you treasure greatly and when someone eats your pancakes things get personal, maybe too personal?
Rated F/M for Fluff&Mature Content
Waking up in your own bed was strange after you’d been sleeping on the top bunk in cabin (C/N). You can’t lie and say that it wasn’t better than lying there staring at the moonlit wooden ceiling for hours while listening to Tae- Your half-brother- hold full conversations in his sleep; His conversations were loud yet funny to listen to at times when your brain would not shut down during the late hours. Fresh air swept through the open windows, the wind picking up the scent of pine and rustling your hair against the pillow.
However this morning was something you missed very much, “Pancakes.” You mumbled as you blearily rubbed the sleep away from your eyes. You let out a sigh of contentment at the smell of your M/P’s homemade pancakes, the scent if home and security from your younger years flashing in your mind. You shifted your curled position towards the window and let a small closed lipped smile spread across your face. This is something that you treasured after every hard summer at camp, training for battle and brushing up the knowledge you had forgotten over the breaks.
The familiar sound of your M/P’s voice calling out your name through the bedroom door which was followed up by a gentle knock on the white painted wood, “Y/n! Pancakes are on the counter when you decide to grace us with your presence.”
You grinned at their usual silliness that you inherited from them, nostalgia washing over you and taking you to a complete state of nirvana solely based on happy childhood memories.
You swung your legs out of the white sheets you’d slept in and let your bare feet hit the cold, dark brown hardwood floor. You winced slightly at the harsh bite of the cold against your warm feet and stood up with a stretch of your arms. You straightened out your black spaghetti tank top and tied the strings of your grey sweats that had come undone while shuffling over to open the door and head to get breakfast. You walked down the sunlit hall to head to the kitchen that still smelled faintly of the bacon and pancakes that was cooked minutes before you’d awoken. You pushed your hair up into a messy bun with a hair bow that always stayed on your wrist and shifted your eyes between the counter with the pancakes and the table where your M/P sat eating some bacon they had snatched up from their plate and checking their emails on their phone.
“Morning, I’m here to grace you with my presence finally.” You said with a smirk and a casual walk towards your beloved pancakes to snatch two from the plate next the stove, pulling a glass plate from the cabinet. You plopped the pancakes on the plate and slid the plate over across the table to sit across from your M/P as they looked up with a grin, “It’s so good to see my little girl under this roof again. Eat up because Percy’s going to be here in a few minutes.”
You stopped pouring syrup over your Golden food and gave your M/P a confused look, “I thought it was just us today? You know, catching up and spending time together…”
“Well something came u-”
“Something always comes up when I come home! It’s like the fates want us to grow apart!”
A stern look appeared on your M/P’s face as they spoke, “Now you know that’s not true, I’m sure the-”
Knock Knock Knock
The sudden sound of a fist hitting wood echoed through the home and stopped your bickering. Your M/P stood up and straightened out their work clothes before striding over to the door to let the visitor in.
You rubbed your temples in frustration, the happiness achieved earlier had now been replaced by the sheer frustration of how cruel life is being to you; 3 months away from home without any contact, surrounded by demigods and going out to face dangerous monsters. This is how you’re rewarded.
Percy’s greeting could be heard from your seat at the table, your heart thumping and leaping at the sound of his cheery voice. Although you felt happy to have him here you just couldn’t help your bad mood.
A kiss found it’s way on your left temple, “Hello sleeping beauty~” His smooth voice seemed to lift not only your head to look at his figure, but your spirits as well. Your eyes raked over his tall stature in a observant way.
He was wearing some black sweats, a plain red t-shirt, and some black converses to match it all in some boyish way of fashion. His ebony black hair was a little more messed up than usual due to lack of combing, and his sea-green eyes held a sleepy look that screamed that he was just as tired as you and probably woke up minutes ago.
“Obviously checking out the merchandise.” He said, snapping you away from your observing, “Take a picture if I’m that hot.”
You glared at him, silently challenging him with your eyes, “Maybe I will. This probably be the last time you look good for a long time.”
Your M/P chuckled at Percy’s dropped jaw and waved their hand to gain attention,“ I’ll just grab my keys right quick and I’ll be gone. No funny business while I’m gone..”
You nodded at their words and stood up to kiss Percy, the pancakes long forgotten along with your hunger. You leaned on your tippy-ties and kissed his now pouting lips slowly. Smiling at him and tugging on his hand to follow you to the living room to sit on the couch.
You found a seat on the tan sectional couch, followed up by Percy sitting down beside you and pulling you into a cuddle. A shuffling and clicking of shoes was heard behind you while you two cuddled close,“Bye guys! I’ll be back around 6 tonight, order some Chinese if you need something to eat.” Your M/P called out from near the door,“ Love you!”
The door shut behind them, leaving you and your boyfriend in the house.
It’s not like you’d never been alone with Percy before, I mean you two go on dates and missions together all the time. It’s just that this time felt different… Maybe it’s just that it’s a house you live in and anything could happen. Percy leans forward to pick up the remote and turn on the tv in front of you both, flipping through the channels until he was satisfied with a comedy sitcom. You sighed and cuddled into him a little more than you already were, “Will you be okay while I shower right quick?”
Percy turned his attention from the Tv to you, “Yeah I’ll be okay.. But I could always join you instead” He said with a stupid smug look on his face. You rolled your eyes and pushed off the couch to stand up,“Yeah okay.” Percy’s head shot up along with his eyes widening,“R-Really?” He stuttered in shock, you’d never said that before.
“No you moron!” You yelled with a following laugh. You shook your head and walked to your room the pick out your clothes before heading to the bathroom for a shower.
Percy let out an annoyed groan and slumped back down the couch, pulling a fluffy fur cover off the back of the couch and covering himself in it. It was very nice to just relax again and not have to worry about monsters and wars for once, to at least try to feel normal was a favorite by most demigods including himself at times. Although for now he just wanted to spend time with his girlfriend, to watch movies, make memories, crack jokes, and touch you.
He’d be lying to himself if he didn’t say that he- like every guy- has urges. He mostly refrained during camp and missions, taking care of things himself like he usually does. There were times where you two were intimate, but only two or three times in with span of the two years you’d been together. Most guys wouldn’t be down for that kind of relationship with that low of a sex life, but Percy wasn’t in it just for sex, he was in it because he loved you.
You stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around your body and immediately went to brush your teeth and brush your hair. After your mouth tasted like mint instead of morning breath and your hair was brushed and pulled up in a bun once more, you decided to pull on your clothes. You decided on wearing a light blue t-shirt with black writing that said, “It is what it is” which matched well with black leggings you wore. Finally satisfied with your look of bare face and comfortable clothing, you stepped out to face your boyfriend.
You stepped into the living room only to met with the sound of Who Framed Roger the Rabbit being played on TV. You furrowed your brows and stepped warily to the kitchen where he stood at the counter with a smile.
He was eating your pancakes.
“What the Hades! Percy those are mine, my M/P made them for me!” You whined like a small child who has gotten her toy taken away. Percy chuckled and raised an eyebrow at you as if to challenge you, “Who said they were for you? He/She could have made them for me and not told you.” You let out a groan of irritation and pointed your index finger at him with a fixed glare on him,“ Put. Those. Down.” He stared at you, feigning an innocent look while taking a huge chunk of the golden food and shoving it his mouth, “ Why don’t you come over here and make me?”
You marched over and grabbed the plate from his grip before angrily slamming it on the counter. Percy chuckled and fought to keep the grin from stretching across his face, you were cute when mad… But if you’re furious that’s when you’d be more scary than cute. You shoved him down to the floor and straddled him and held his wrists down above his head, “Those were my pancakes, Jackson.” You growled at him, unknowingly pushing your clothed heat against his groin. Percy let out a small moan at this pressure against him, which made you aware of your actions. With a devilish smirk you grind your hips down on his to create a friction for the both of you,“What’s wrong?” You ask when you see his eyes close in bliss, your voice sickly sweet.
To tease a little more you let go of his wrists and got off of him, deciding that if he wanted you then he’d chase after you. Percy sat up quickly and looked after your sauntering form retreating from him, “Hold on, where are you going?” He questioned while standing up, obviously turned on. You glanced at him over your shoulder and kept walking until you got to the point where he couldn’t see you anymore if you continued on,“I’m going to bed now because I want to. Is there a problem?” You smirked at him once more just to gauge his reaction. Percy shook his head and started waking towards you, “The only problem is that you’re a tease and being really mean on purpose. I want to spend time with you and that’s that.” He stopped a few feet away from you and gave you a stern look, him being turned on obvious because of his tent in his sweat pants. A mischievous glint gleamed in your e/c eyes.
“Why don’t you come over here and make me?”
That sentence was enough confirmation for him to charge towards you, you barely catching the dark lust in his eyes before you were swung over his shoulder and carried to your room. You hardly had any time to register the fact that you were about to have sex with your boyfriend for the first time since the end of last summer. You wished you two could be intimate more often, but sadly it was nearly impossible at camp and here at home. It was either parents or monsters always interrupting the mood with their presence and finally there was no one to stop either of you.
Percy laid you down on your bed and crawled on top of you, his right arm holding up his weight on the left of side you. His slowly dropped his mouth to yours and capture your lips in a gentle yet heated kiss, just enjoying the feeling of his lips against yours. With his free hand he softly traced along the inside of your thigh, slowly closing in on its true target. You felt a trickle of arousal start to pool between your thighs at his featherlight touches, trying to distract yourself from that fact by threading your fingers through his messy locks and pushing your breasts against his chest which made him growl into the kiss and slid his tongue teasingly on your bottom lip before biting it tenderly. You moaned at the teasing move and let Percy slip his tongue in your mouth and tangle with yours.
Your mind was racing with a constant monologue of, “Ohmygodsthisishappeningwhatthehadesrespondtohimyouidiot” and your heart was creating a gymnastics routine in your chest. Your need for oxygen getting close and more desperate than your need to be touched.
Percy must’ve sensed that because not even a few seconds later he pulled away from your lips and tugged your shirt over your head, throwing it over his shoulder and behind him. He brought his lips down your jaw line, your neck, your collarbone. He slowly sucked your skin, licking the bruises he knew he was leaving behind. You bit your lip in effort to suppress an airy moan, hands snaking up to rub his shoulders and neck as the muscles beneath as they tensed beneath your touch. Percy lifted his head to admire the purple forming across every place his mouth touched on your smooth skin. His usual welcoming sea green eyes now seemed like a dark hurricane boring straight into your very own e/c eyes with lust and want.
You bit the corner of your lip and let your eyes flick down to his clothed chest, tugging on the materiel and slipping your hand underneath to feel his toned chest beneath your digits. Taking the hint that you wanted his shirt gone, he threw it away to join your own somewhere, leaving him exposed to you. You stared in awe of his body before you got desperate to see it all, It had been too long since you’d seen him fully exposed. Your hands clumsily fiddled with the string tie of his sweats and pulling them down quickly to reveal his strained, grey boxers.
You eyed his erection greedily until a chuckle made your gaze snap up to Percy’s face where a smile adorned his lips before he started to hook his fingers in your black leggings and tug then down, “Now were fair and square.” He commented quietly, taking in your matching set of lacy nude and royal blue undies and taking a particular liking to the thong you sported. He carefully crawled back on top of you, making sure you weren’t being crushed by himself. Looking down at you, Percy bit his lip and smiled slightly, “You look so sexy, babe,” He dipped his head and planted a kiss on your lips, “I love you.” He reached behind you and removed your bra.
“I love yo- AHH~!” You moaned loudly as his perfect lips wrapped around your nipple and that sinfully skilled tongue flicked over it. His fingers started playing with the other one, and you moaned out his name. A shiver ran down his spine when he heard his name come out as a moan, and it made him harder.
You could feel it.
His erection pressing against your thigh and nearing your heart with every little move of his body. You needing bucked up your hips against his with a small whine leaving your lips. Percy groaned and decided to get straight to it all seeing as he wouldn’t make it for too long. He lifted his lips from your nipple and brought his lips to your mouth, his tongue meshing with yours. Once oxygen was becoming a problem, he pulled away and trailed wet, open mouthed kisses down your abdomen and down your panties. A sweet moan dripped from your lips and sounded like bells from Elysium had just rung in his ears. He kissed over your needy and clothed core before hooking his teeth around the strap line and dragging them off with his teeth. You gasped and almost screamed out when his tongue suddenly flicked over your clit. You bucked your hips unintentionally as he pushed his tongue into you. You gave up trying to suppress your moans as he rubbed his tongue all around inside you, lapping up all of your juices. He retracted his face from between your legs and returned his attention to your aching nipples. You were in sensory overload and were a complete moaning mess.
Then his finger suddenly breached your entrance.
You screamed in pleasure and bucked your hips every time he slowly thrusted in. Then he added a second finger, but moved even slower, seeing the discomfort on your face. Then, when you had adjusted, he added a third. You were quickly becoming a mess.
Percy looked up at your face to try to read your feelings, but alas your face was a mixed emotion of pleasure and discomfort. It had been sometime since you were active so he understood and continued on slowly until your voice moaning out his name was ringing throughout the room. He quickly discarded his boxers and crawled back up to be face to face with you.
His face hovered over yours for a second. “Are you ready?” You nodded quickly, and after grabbing a condom from your beside drawer and slipping it on, he positioned himself at your entrance. Then, the one thing you had been waiting for, the one thing you had been craving began to slowly push inside your body.
He moaned out, “Schist , baby. You’re so tight. You feel so good. You’re so perfect.” His words were music to your ears.
You closed your eyes in concentration and tried to adjust to the feeling of him inside of you, to be completely honest, it hurt.
Noticing your change almost immediately, Percy was quick to check on you, “Are you okay?” His voice genuinely concerned.
You nodded and murmured a quiet, “Go ahead,” to him as consent.
“Babe…____ we can stop if you want,” He caressed the side of your face, “Do you want to keep going?” You nodded sharply. He hesitated for a moment and continued slowly until he was hilt deep.
You two stayed in that position for what seemed like hours. He kissed you everywhere his mouth could reach to try to take your mind off the pain. Slowly but surely, the pain turned into a dull ache, and you said you were ready.
Percy brought his lips back to yours and you allowed his tongue to enter. Then, he slowly started moving out and back in. It took a few gentle thrusts, but eventually your pained moans turned into pleasured ones. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss as he started thrusting faster and faster. He suddenly hit one spot and you screamed out, “There! Shit right there, Percy!” You were moaning loudly and screaming out his name as he hit that spot over and over again. You clawed at his back leaving red marks, but you didn’t care. And you knew he didn’t either.
Then you hit your climax. You screamed out his name again, and he moaned yours out loudly as your walls squeezed tightly around his member, and he reached his climax and came. He continued to thrust into you as he rode out his orgasm, and then collapsed on top of you.
He rolled off the condom and disposed of it in the trash before crawling back onto the bed with you. Sweaty bodies cuddled up together and pants mixing in with the others.
Percy stroked the side if your face, sweeping back stray hairs as he did, “Are you okay? I know it’s not your first time, but you still had me worried about you…” He admitted.
Your eyes sleepily opened to meet his in what felt like a daze, “
It’s been a while since I’ve been touched so of course it’s gonna hurt similar to the first time.” Percy nodded understandingly, yet his face still held worry. Typical Perseus Jackson.
You lightly pinched his arm, making him yelp and glare at you, “Why’d you do that?” He whined.
You grinned at his cuteness and closed your eyes, drifting off as you answered,
Inspired by this post: by @islet101 And also the fact that I’m watching a certain movie… Ahem…
They don’t talk about it.
They do. Not. Talk about it.
Not in front of John, not in front of Rosie.
Not in front of anyone- even Mycroft. (God only knows what the elder Holmes would do with the news
Sherlock shudders to even contemplate it).
In fact, so great is his intent to not be found out that the Great Detective has taken to engaging in what he calls “diversionary tactics,” every time he thinks anyone is getting suspicious. Thus Molly has had her feet stood on, has been nearly dropped on the dancefloor (though Sherlock, in fairness, is always skilled enough to make it look real and make sure she doesn’t actually fall). She has been forced to go through what John Watson laughably calls dancing, has endured more good-natured turns around the floor with Mr. Holmes and Greg than she ever thought she’d manage-
And all because she and Sherlock have a secret.
A little, teensy, tiny, dirty little secret. (It makes her grin to even think about it).
this is the famous Hungarian composer and virtuoso pianist franz liszt. he is my all time favorite composer and he sounds like such an awesome guy. during his fame he was adored by girls (a phenomenon dubbed lisztomania) and he actually changed the standard for piano recitals: before, the keys faced the audience but because the audience wanted to see his shmexy face, the piano was turned sideways.