addie-henderson

[addie-henderson]

Jake Peralta would literally be so done with me the second I told him I don't fucking Taylor Swift like that....

"you don't?! youdontliketaylor?!? who doesn't like Taylor Swift?! it's tay tay! the swiftenator! are you serious!"

and for that I'm not sure if I apologize...

#cha•°•J.Peralta

[addie-henderson]

I've discovered poly. ai and.... holyshit?!?!

what is this HEAVEN?!

#addie speaks #•°•no cha•°•

[addie-henderson]

people don't post good smut like they used to fr

#addie speaks

[addie-henderson]

ok so i’ve been thinking what about jake peralta with bimbo!reader that does not work with him so the team doesn’t know that that is his girlfriend so when she comes to visit him they are confused as to who she is looking for

this would be amazing if you did it and thank you for your time love your writing girl 🩷🎀

Is this so hard to believe?

Pairing: Jake Peralta x BimboFemale!Reader

Word Count: ~ 1.4K

A/N: English is not my first language - My requests are open!

"Can you hold it, please?" Her sweet voice pierced through the precinct lobby, each click of her heels resonating sharply against the floor. Rosa's hand instinctively reached out to halt the elevator doors, her brows knitting together in profound confusion as the woman who called for the hold emerged before her.

"Thank you so much," she purred, gracefully gliding into the elevator. The visitor pass dangled around her neck, a stark contrast against her pompous attire.

Rosa stepped aside, allowing her entry, and as she crossed the threshold, a heady wave of floral perfume enveloped the confined space. The dress she wore clung to her curves like a second skin, and the lace detailing added an air of delicate femininity. Rosa couldn't help but wince as her gaze trailed down to the woman's footwear—a pair of pink stilettos that defied reason with their towering height.

"You must be Rosa," she cooed, extending her hand in a gesture of greeting.

Rosa met her gaze, momentarily taken aback by the sincerity in those glossy lips, now curved into a dazzling smile.

"Yeah... Rosa Diaz," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of skepticism as she clasped the girl's delicate hand. It felt as though she was holding something fragile, something crafted from porcelain rather than flesh and bone. Her nails, impeccably manicured, added to the illusion of perfection. "I'm sorry, do we know each other?" Rosa asked.

"Oh, no, not officially at least," the woman replied with a melodious laugh, "But you work with my boyfriend, and he talks about you all the time. My name is Y/n."

Rosa's confusion deepened at the mention of a boyfriend. Not that she made a habit of keeping track of all her colleagues' significant others, but she couldn't shake the feeling of incredulity that someone on her floor was dating this woman, especially someone close enough to discuss Rosa with their partner. "I'm sorry, what? What boyfriend?"

Y/n's laughter tinkled through the air like wind chimes on a breezy day. "My boyfriend," she repeated, as if Rosa hadn't heard her the first time. "I was just shopping down the block, and I decided to come here and visit him and meet his detective friends."

Rosa's mind raced as she tried to piece together the puzzle. Detective friends? That meant it had to be someone on the team. Jeffords was married, so he was out of the picture. She swiftly ruled out Hitchcock and Scully as the potential boyfriend, despite their divorced status; there was no conceivable way it was one of them. Boyle, well, he was more than happily involved with Vivian.

Her eyes widen as she realizes, "You are dating Peralta?!" Rosa exclaimed in disbelief.

"Ding," Y/n laughed, mimicking the sound of the elevator as it arrived at their floor, affirmatively answering Rosa's question. "Although…. I prefer to call him Jakey," she added with a playful gleam in her eye, her excitement palpable as she eagerly made her way out of the elevator and into the bustling bullpen.

"Hi everyone!" she exclaimed in a loud and cheerful voice, causing heads to turn in her direction.

Already headed in their direction Terry stopped in his tracks at the sight. "What the..." His words trailed off as he took in this random woman's appearance, her bright smile and infectious energy catching him off guard.

"I'm sorry, miss. Are you lost?" He asked, his confusion evident as he glanced at Rosa, who appeared behind Y/n with a massive, amused smile adorning her face.

"Oh my god, HI!" Y/n said, extending her hand to greet him. "You must be the big, badass Sergeant Jeffords."

Terry extended his hand, still searching for the right words.

Before he could respond, Rosa stepped forward "Sergeant Jeffords, meet Y/n, Jake's girlfriend,".

"Jake Moore? The evidence technician?" Terry's confusion deepened.

Rosa couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

"No, silly, Jake Peralta, the detective," Y/n clarified with a playful smirk, lightly smacking Terry's arm. "Wow, Jakey did say you're really strong."

Terry blinked in astonishment, finally connecting the dots. "What? Really?" he asked in disbelief, his voice tinged with incredulity.

Suddenly, a man approached them, his smile beaming as he extended his hand to greet Y/n. "It's so great to finally meet you. My name is Boyle, and..."

"You're Jake's best friend," Y/n interjected, a knowing gleam in her eye as she shook his hand, cutting him off before he could finish his introduction.

Boyle's expression lit up with surprise and delight at being recognized. "Yes, that's me!" he exclaimed, unable to contain his excitement.. "Wow, Jake never mentioned you were coming by today. This is such a pleasant surprise!"

"Did you know that Jake had a girlfriend?" Jeffrey asked Boyle, his tone filled with genuine curiosity as he glanced between Boyle and Y/n.

Boyle's eyes widened in surprise at the question. "Yeah, he's always talking about her," he confirmed, his tone tinged with disbelief. "Even this morning, he mentioned they went on a date yesterday. Do you guys not listen to a single word he says?" Boyle shook his head in indignation, clearly baffled by the apparent lack of attention his colleagues had paid to Jake's conversations about his girlfriend.

"Wait, you're Y/L/N? The model?" Santiago's voice interrupted from behind Boyle as she joined the conversation, her eyes widening in recognition as she addressed Y/n.

Terry and Rosa exchanged incredulous glances as Santiago's words sank in. They had all heard Jake mention dating a model at some point, but every time he attempted to introduce her to the team, she was mysteriously unavailable. As a result, they had developed a theory that Jake didn't actually have a girlfriend and that it was just another one of his elaborate jokes.

"Hi there! You're Santiago, right?" Y/n offered her hand with a big smile. "Yes, my name is Y/n Y/L/N, but I wouldn't call myself a model."

"I'm sorry to be so direct, but is this a prank? Did Jake pay you to do this?" Amy asked, her tone cautious as she tried to broach the subject delicately, not wanting to sound disrespectful but finding it hard to believe that this woman standing before them was Jake's girlfriend.

"Amy!" Boyle exclaimed in disbelief at the accusation, he couldn't believe that anyone would think Jake's girlfriend was part of a prank.

Rosa, meanwhile, was holding her stomach as she laughed so hard at the entire situation. The absurdity of it all, combined with Amy's skepticism and Y/n's genuine confusion, was just too much for her to handle.

"I can assure you, this is not a prank," her voice tinged with amusement. "As much as I appreciate a good joke, Jake didn't put me up to this. I'm here because I came to visit Jakey and wanted to meet all of you."

"Well, Jake left to follow up on a lead, but knowing him, he'll probably be back before we know it. Do you want anything? Coffee, water?" Terry offered.

"Oh, no, thank you so much, but I'm fine, Sergeant," she replied politely, her tone soft and gracious.

As the conversation continued, the elevator doors suddenly opened, and Jake stepped out, his presence commanding attention as he entered the bullpen.

His eyes lit up with surprise and delight as he spotted Y/n standing among his colleagues.

"Hey, everyone!" Jake exclaimed, a wide grin spreading across his face as he made his way over to Y/n. "What's going on?". He squeezed Y/n's side gently before leaning in to greet her with a kiss, "I didn't expect to see you here sweetheart”

"I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by to say hi to you and meet your amazing team," Y/n replied. "I've heard so much about all of you, and I couldn't resist the opportunity to finally put faces to names."

"Well, guys," Jake said with a playful smirk, addressing his team with a twinkle in his eye, "now that you've met her, do you finally believe that my very real, definitely not imaginary, girlfriend exists?"

The team chuckled, nodding in agreement, and exchanged sheepish glances.

Santiago couldn't resist one last attempt at humor, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Are we sure Jake didn't pay her to be his girlfriend?".

"Dammit is this so hard to believe?" Jake asked as he wrapped an arm around Y/n's shoulders.

—xx—

@dilflover-3

#Cha•°•J.Peralta #this duo means sm to me now.

[addie-henderson]

Hello honey!

How have you been?

Hope you're doing alright

I would like to request a Percy Jackson smut where reader mocks Percy for losing a game and calls him a losse and so Percy edges reader until she begs for him saying he's a winner?

✦ pairing: percy jackson (18+) x fem!reader

✦ smut warnings: smut → oral (reader receiving), begging, edging/orgasm denial, vaginal fingering.

✦ word count: 299

✦ requests are open

✦ request guidelines✨

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✦ smut night masterlist 💦

Percy’s soft touch burns your skin. The way his hand sprawl over your hips, holding you down in place while his tongue laps your wet folds. Your hands reach down and entangle your fingers in his hair, hips grinding ever-so-slightly against his mouth.

His arms snake around your thighs, “don’t even think about it, baby. I know what you’re trying to do,” his voice is so low, so husky and full of lust, you don’t even know where to begin on how good it makes your body feel.

“Please,” you whimper, fingers pulling at the ends of his hair. He detangles you from him, sitting upon his knees.

“What am I?” Percy prompts, licking his bottom lip as he smirks at you. You roll your eyes, refusing to give in. If only you hadn’t lost the stupid game. “C’mon, say it. Say it, and I’m all yours.”

You huff out an irritated sigh and roll your eyes. You were not about to give him that kind of satisfaction. Not when he’s your biggest competitor at camp.

Slowly, Percy glides his fingers between your thighs and slides two fingers into your aching pussy. You bite your lip to muffle a moan. You watch Percy shuffling back between your legs, pushing them open for him to continue lapping your folds again.

The effect he has on you is remarkable. Your thighs shake, pussy tightening around his fingers and clit pulsing against his tongue.

Percy sits up.

“No, no, please,” you whine, almost sobbing at how bad you need to cum.

“You know what you have to do,” is all he says, cocking up an amused eyebrow at you.

“you’re a winner; you’re a winner, fuck,” you breathe, back arching as he sucks your clit, finally satisfied that you obeyed his demand.

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#cha•°•percy #HOLY FUCK-

[addie-henderson]

HAPPY 4/20

#addie speaks #•°•mary jane

[addie-henderson]

I need Percy Jackson with a big nose terribly bad.

#cha•°•percy #•°•percabeth #addie speaks

[addie-henderson]

[8:36]

everyone knows percy jackson loves blue, and he’s always seen in blue. the day you and him became official, you’d always wear blue, and with that, he thought about wearing your signature color too…

he loves to think that you wearing blue means that your his and him wearing your color means that he’s yours…

#he'd fucking slay in pink #cha•°•percy

[addie-henderson]

do you guys like how I'm doing the prompt response anons? this was the easiest way that I could do it but I think there could probably be other ways I could write them if we're not fans

[addie-henderson]

JUST SAW A PERCABETH EDIT TO THE SONG DADDY ISSUES AND I THINK IT MIGHT HAVE FUNDAMENTALLY CHANGED HOW I PERCEIVE THEM 😭

#addie speaks #•°•percabeth

[addie-henderson]

Annabeth flips onto the couch and sighs tiredly, a weak smile stretching onto her face as she sees you tiptoeing out of the kitchen, whipped cream in hand “What’re you doing?” She chuckles weakly as you freeze and turn back to her slowly, a guilty look on your face “uhhh, I was just.. getting whipped cream?” She raises an eyebrow and motions you over “Did Percy tell you to get that for him?” She hugs you close as you try to come up with an excuse “uh no, it’s was just-I was just.. listen I just wanted whipped cream.” She raises an eyebrow and hums “really? Because you know Percy can’t be eating sugar right now, right?” You fluster “I-i know that!” She cups your head in her hands and kisses your forehead gently “good, keep being a good girl for me okay?” She smiles, which is quickly wiped off her face in the place of an indignant expression as Percy walks into the living room with some kind of blue icing all over his mouth “ Perseus!” He whips his head to the two of you, standing stiff in shock as he gapes at annabeth “I.. I can explain!” he doesn’t explain, he just runs straight down the hall he walk out of. Annabeth gets up and runs to him as he sprints to the nearest bathroom “ANNABETH I CAN EXPLAIN!” He screams as he manages to reach the bathroom and close the door before she could get in “Percy you’d better have a good fucking reason or you’re sleeping on the couch all week and you’re not any all year!” You wince and walk over to them, whipped cream mistakenly still in hand “A-Annie, that’s a bit mean isn’t it?” “SHES THE ONE WHOS BEEN GIVING ME CANDY!” Percy exclaims, probably sighing in relief as annabeth turns to you sharply “NO I WASN’T! HE’S LYING!”

"13 CAVITIES. YOU ONLY HAVE 32 TEETH."

Percy had been to the dentist for the first time in his life this week and Annabeth was not happy with the results, "no sugar. no candy, no koolaid. I'm throwing it all out until you can brush your teeth like an adult."

"wha- hey! why punish me?" you huff folding your arms on the couch. "my teeth were perfect."

"perfect is not the word I would use little miss plaque buildup."

"but no cavities." you grin showing off your newly cleaned teeth.

"NO SWEETS." she crossed her arms in a manner that meant she was putting her foot down. "I just-"

"want what's best for you." you and Percy Chorus together begrudgingly.

Percy tried, he really did. he made it a whole week but then you got ice cream. and how is it fair that you can have ice cream and he cant? he pouts and huffs and hovers before you finally offer him some and he gives you the look of (ironically) a kid in a candy store. he just looks so cute and happy and how could that be wrong?

Annabeth looks suspicious when you come back having finished your ice cream faster than normal and asking for more. she looks at you with narrowed eyes but doesn't say anything about her suspicions.

so you continue pushing your luck bringing your boyfriend sweet treats whenever he gets that look of distant sadness.

the next time you'd tried Annabeth wasn't meant to be home yet. still she would be any minute and you were tiptoeing around the apartment anxious of being caught as you pull the can of whip cream out of the refrigerator as quietly as you could. only to be alarmed by the sound of the apartment door opening and closing and the shuffling of your girlfriends backpack hitting the ground. "shit-"

Annabeth flips onto the couch and sighs tiredly, a weak smile stretching onto her face as she sees you tiptoeing out of the kitchen, whipped cream in hand “What’re you doing?” She chuckles weakly as you freeze and turn back to her slowly, a guilty look on your face “uhhh, I was just.. getting whipped cream?” She raises an eyebrow and motions you over

“Did Percy tell you to get that for him?” She hugs you close as you try to come up with an excuse

“uh no, it’s was just-I was just.. listen I just wanted whipped cream.” She raises an eyebrow and hums

“really? Because you know Percy can’t be eating sugar right now, right?”

You fluster, “I-i know that!”

She cups your head in her hands and kisses your forehead gently

“good, keep being a good girl for me okay?” She smiles, which is quickly wiped off her face in the place of an indignant expression as Percy walks into the living room with some kind of blue icing all over his mouth

“ Perseus!” He whips his head to the two of you, standing stiff in shock as he gapes at annabeth “I.. I can explain!” he doesn’t explain, he just runs straight down the hall he walk out of. Annabeth gets up and runs to him as he sprints to the nearest bathroom

“ANNABETH I CAN EXPLAIN!” He screams as he manages to reach the bathroom and close the door before she could get in “Percy you’d better have a good fucking reason or you’re sleeping on the couch all week and you’re not any all year!”

You wince and walk over to them, whipped cream mistakenly still in hand “A-Annie, that’s a bit mean isn’t it?”

“SHES THE ONE WHOS BEEN GIVING ME CANDY!” Percy exclaims, probably sighing in relief as annabeth turns to you sharply

“NO I WASN’T! HE’S LYING!” you bellow, absolutely shocked that he would throw you under the bus like that. YOU HELPED HIM?!

"so it's just an accident that I caught you with that whipped cream?" she crosses her arms expectingly looking at the can still in your hand.

"would you believe me if I said it was... for... a sex... thing?" you ask cheekily.

"no I would not."

"it was worth the try." you click your teeth. "what's my punishment?"

"I'm so glad you asked." and suddenly you regretted doing so.

#cha•°•percy #cha•°•annabeth #•°•percabeth #•°•anon #•°•poly #•°•fluff

[addie-henderson]

Percy lets out a disgruntled ‘ack!’ as he gets smacked in the back of the head with a pillow, turning around just in time to watch the culprit(reader) run down the hall. Debating whether or not he should chase after you for a total of five seconds he quickly stands up and sprints after you. “Hey get back here that wasn’t fair! I wasn’t ready!” shouting as he sprints down the hall, snatching a pillow from the nearby couch and sharply turning the corner. Just in time to see you hide behind annabeth, who was in the middle of writing something, probably for her classes. “hey that’s not fair either!” his only answer was a pillow to the face, huffing in mild disbelief he crossed his arms and stood in the entrance as the pillow flopped onto the floor “you can’t hide behind her forever!” he smiled, said smile quickly slipped from his face when annabeth patted your head and continued working “Annie, that’s not fair! Don’t take her side!” he protested, rolling his eyes at your tactics “I’m not ‘taking her side’ Percy.” annabeth smiled innocently as you stick your tongue out at him.

is this cringy? Can I send you things like this?😭

oh its so easy to buy Annabeth's vote with a kiss, honestly.

the chore chart indicated it was his turn to do dishes. he hated that stupid chore chart. it was almost done (thank every God ever) and then he could go play video games in peace. that's all he wanted really a day of peace. you would think after saving the world two times and going on a bajillion quest he would deserve a day of peace. but no he thought as he was whacked in the back of the head he can't escape war even in his own home.

Percy lets out a disgruntled ‘ack!’ as he gets smacked in the back of the head with a pillow, turning around just in time to watch the culprit run down the hall. Debating whether or not he should chase after you for a total of five seconds he quickly stands up and sprints after you.

“Hey get back here that wasn’t fair! I wasn’t ready!” shouting as he sprints down the hall, snatching a pillow from the nearby couch and sharply turning the corner. Just in time to see you hide behind Annabeth, who was in the middle of writing something, probably for her classes.

“hey that’s not fair either!” his only answer was a pillow to the face, huffing in mild disbelief he crossed his arms and stood in the entrance as the pillow flopped onto the floor you wiggle yourself onto Annabeth's lap poking your tongue out at him from across her shoulder as you rest your head against hers. she shuffles absent-mindedly to typing one-handed on her laptop to hold you. you kiss her cheek softly and she hums in a soft acknowledgment of your presence.

“you can’t hide behind her forever!” he smiled, said smile quickly slipped from his face when Annabeth patted your head and continued working “Annie, that’s not fair! Don’t take her side!” he protested, rolling his eyes at your tactics

“I’m not ‘taking her side’ Percy.” annabeth smiled innocently as you stick your tongue out at him again.

'this. is. war.' you mouth to him with a fake grin of innocence.

"youre a monster." he whispers back, making you giggle followed by annabeth slightly less than gently tapping your bottom in her lap.

"stop antagonizing."

"yes ma'am." you huff with an eye roll behind her back. Percy pursed his lips together in a moment of consideration while you were distracted. he bends to pick up the pillow he dropped slowly before calling out to you.

"babe?"

"hm?" both you and Annabeth sound off at the same time only to be smacked with a flying pillow to the face and back of the head respectively. Annabeth's fingers stop typing and she stiffens under you.

"Run now, Perseus."

"yeah, you got it-" he bolts out of the room, and she stands dropping you to your feet and grabs a pillow.

"THIS IS WAR!!" you shout in childlike glee and Percy smiles from down the hall because at least his girl is having fun... even if his other girl is going to murder him.

#cha•°•percy #cha•°•annabeth #•°•percabeth #•°•anon #•°•poly #•°•fluff

[addie-henderson]

I’m such a slut for clarisse, she’d kick my ass for no reason and I’d thank her😭

her holding down your hips while eating you out, AHHHHH😖

“Shh, sit still.. damn..” She whispers softly, her breath blowing air onto your puffy clit “be a good girl..” she murmurs lowly, holding your hips down onto the bed as she licks at your wet pussy.

not my best work but it'll do

clarisse la rue smut

cw: jealousy

She was a jealous person. That much you'd known even before dating. she was jealous, protective, and mean in nature, often possessive and rough. you knew that. you had to have known that. everyone knew that. campers new and old wonder maybe if you'd lost your mind to be playing such a dangerous game, smiling and chatting with some other girl that wasn't your girlfriend at the campfire. Eyes bounce between the scene and the continuous image of Clarisse glaring daggers from across the fire, her knee bouncing in irritation and her eye almost twitching in a cartoonish manner periodically.

she was pissed and everyone around her could tell. she watches as you look up from your conversation and seem to scan the crowd before pointing to her and waving. she grunts an annoyance to herself but she can't help that her glare softens when her eyes are only on her girl. she stands to her full height with crossed arms and in the glaring light of the fire her muscles look magical. the thought of her holding you seemed printed in your mind as she stomped over. you don't bother to stand when she's finally hovering over you just glance up half through your lashes to look at her. "Hi Clar." you smile and her face flushes but remains its look of annoyance. "let's go." her hands uncross from her chest one hand loops its thumb around the back of her belt buckle and rest there as the other extends to assist you in standing. "but I was-" she raises an eyebrow and you pause taking her hand silently. you open your mouth to say goodbye to the new camper you'd been accompanying but Clarisse started pulling you along. "Clarisse-" nothing else is heard from surrounding campers as you're dragged towards the mostly deserted cabins. the familiar dark red building of the Ares cabin comes into view. by now you're far enough that the fire is nothing but a glowing Dot from the distance and you expect her to pull you inside but instead she tsks and pulls you to the side of the building far into the shadows of the late night. your back hits the worn wood and she grunts, it's a familiar sound "what was that?"

"what was what?" you ask confusion evident in your voice. "don't play dumb with me. what was that? all the smiling and giggling and screwing each other with your eyes."

"I was not screwing her with my eyes."

"that's what it looks like to me." she growls

"then maybe you need glasses." you finally say with a huff pushing at her shoulders to get from the compromising position of your back literally being against a wall. she clicked her teeth in annoyance but doesn't budge, so you shove her again.

"will you stop that?"

"will you stop being paranoid?" you shove again, this time much harder actually making her take a small step to center herself.

"WILL YOU JUST-" her voice begins to raise as she grabs your wrist pinning them roughly to the wood behind you. she's quick to try and find her calm her chest raising and falling with heavy breaths as she tries to control her temper. it's hard for her and you sympathize but still wiggle to get loose.

"let. me. go."

"no. " she says simply

"I mean it, La Rue."

"oh I'm La Rue now?" she raises an eyebrow

"shut up." you huff.

"you're in control huh?"

"shut up." you demand again.

"is that all you can say baby? nothing else? no more denying you were screwing her in your head" she tilts her head in faux curiosity.

"I was not! " you screech

"you were."

"I would never do that I don't want anyone but you Clar. " you slump in defeat with a sigh

"no one?" she asks

"no one."

"good girl." she smiles pressing her lips to yours. she was still clearly fuming not gentle and kind but rough and hastily clashing your mouths together.

"im-" you begin to start talking only to get interrupted with her lips on yours again

"I'm still" and again

"clar stop." you finally whine "I'm trying to be mad at you."

"why the hell would you be mad at me?"

"you just accused me of liking some girl I've known for like 10 hours."

"no, I accused you of eye fucking a girl you've known for like 10 hours." she corrects moving her lips down your neck making you gasp and tangle your fingers into her hair.

"is that what you think of me?"

"let me show you what I think of you." she smiles against your skin and you shiver humming half heartedly the stiffness and frustration melting from your body. Her hand runs in-between your thighs "that sounds nice hm? "

"..sounds nice..." you agree softly.

"and we should take these shorts off?" she asks

"here?" you look at her with wide eyes glancing around the space.

"that a problem?" she smiles, undoing the button of your shorts

"i- uh- nono please touch me." she doesn't hesitate tuggy down your shorts letting them drop down to your ankles as she lifts you up into her arms pulling your legs over her shoulders

"CLARRISE." you shout in shock only to be shushed before she buried her face between your thighs, Gently she pushes your panties to the side and runs the rough callous pad of her thumb across her bare clit. she lowers her head between your aching thighs, tongue curious for just a taste of the familiar taste of your sweet cunt. she began probing and sucking on your clit spinning in expert circles causing you to attempt to grind your hips closer.

"Shh, sit still.. damn.." She whispers softly, her breath blowing air onto your puffy clit "be a good girl.." she murmurs lowly, holding your hips down against the wall as she licks at your wet pussy.

"I can't-" you whimper softly pulling her hair making her groan her mouth falling open.

"yes you can." she lines her thick finger up with your achingly empty dripping cunt and pushes it in.

"clar I can't."

"just let me make you feel good and stay still."

#addie speaks #•°•smut•°• #cha•°•C. La Rue

[addie-henderson]

last week I was stoned as hell and was ranting about Jake Peralta and for some reason I kept calling him Jack Peralta for like 30 minutes

#addie speaks #cha•°•J.Peralta

[addie-henderson]

okay guys I'm part-time back, I'm going to knock out some asks in the next couple of days before I open them back up

#addie speaks #cha•°•percy #cha•°•annabeth #cha•°•J.Peralta #•°•no cha•°• #cha•°•dustin

[addie-henderson]

me when he-.

(nsfw link^^)

i need to suck Jake Peralta's Dick IMMEDIATELY

I just know he would let out the sloppiest moan and his hips would do the little buck thing to try and come faster.

he's muttering to himself crazy "shit shit shit fuck I can't- I need-"

#cha•°•J.Peralta #•°•smut•°• #jake peralta x reader

[addie-henderson]

Jake Peralta + "controversially" younger partner (18 year gap)

ok but imagine you're 20 at a club, you used a fake id to get in and you're scared shitless. and then the fucking police show up questioning people about a drug case so you definitely decide: it's time to go.

you pack up your cute little mini backpack and say bye to your friends and you bump right into detective Jake Peralta and you see the badge and expect him to be angry and instead he just smiles at you as he helps you find your footing and you adjust the tiny skirt that suddenly doesn't feel like enough fabric. "are you ok?"

imagine you've been dating for about 8 months before you meet the squad and they start in on the jokes. "don't you have school in the morning?" "is it almost bed time?" Terry LITERALLY calls you " kiddo" and Jake doesn't understand why they're joking.

"dude they're like a college sophomore, youre 36."

"they are not a college sophomore 😮"

que an awkward conversation later that week after scheme after scheme have failed and trying to see your driver's license or birth certificate 'naturally' you're laying next to each other in his bed he just turns and says "how old are you?"

"20" you shrug and keep scrolling on your phone.

"oh my God, I'm a cradle robber."

"that is actually such a wild thing to say right now."

#cha•°•J.Peralta #jake peralta x reader