#Jason Grace x Reader

[bvrnesher]

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

cw: make out ! Everything is very sweet, actually.

ㅤ୨ৎㅤ🌙ㅤ˳ 𝒋𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 ¡ 𝒇𝒆𝒎. 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

﹙𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆! ﹚ꪆ

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟏𝟐𝟏𝟓 | 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 ¡ 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝑺𝒂𝒏 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏 ¡ 𝒎𝒅𝒏𝒊

𝗝𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 pressure. He’d led battles, commanded legions, and nearly died more times than he cared to count. But nothing—nothing—compared to the sheer panic of trying to make your Valentine’s Day perfect.

Which was stupid. You’d had way too many Valentine’s Days together.

And Jason knew it was stupid. You’d been living together for two years now. He knew exactly how you took your coffee, that you always stole the blankets in your sleep, the way your face definitely wasn’t subtle whenever he took off his shirt in the mornings.

And yet, here he was, stress-cleaning the kitchen counter for the fifth time, triple-checking his plans for the day.

Breakfast? Cooking was too risky in his current state, so he had gotten up early to pick it up from your favorite café. Flowers? Your favorites, fresh and perfectly arranged on the table. Gifts? Hidden in the closet, waiting for the perfect moment. Dinner reservation? Your go-to place, triple confirmed.

He took a deep breath. Everything was fine. He was fine.

"Dude," Jason muttered, gripping the back of a chair. "Get it together."

That’s when he heard your sleepy voice from the doorway, followed by a yawn.

"Who are you talking to?" you asked, rubbing your eyes as you walked into the kitchen.

He spun around so fast he nearly tripped.

"No one," he blurted, trying—and failing—to look casual.

His heart did a weird little flip when he saw you standing there in nothing but one of his old shirts—way too big on you, by the way—and a pair of white underwear. Sleepy eyes, messy hair, looking way too good for someone who had just woken up.

You gave him a once-over.

"You’re stressed," you stated. Not a question.

"What? Me? No," Jason denied immediately, crossing his arms. Then uncrossing them. Clearing his throat. Rubbing the back of his neck.

Your gaze flicked to the table, the coffee cup trembling slightly in his hands, the way his jaw was clenched like he was bracing for a fight. You stepped closer, resting your hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat going way too fast.

"Jase." You looked up at him, biting back a smile. "You do know we’ve been together for years, right?"

"Yeah."

"You don’t have to impress me."

"…I know."

A pause. Then—

"What if I want to?"

"Wait—do I smell coffee?" you interrupted, wrapping your arms around his waist, burying your face in the soft wool of his sweater.

He let out a breath, relaxing slightly as he wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"I got you breakfast," he murmured, his voice low and content.

"Did you burn the first one?" you teased, grinning against his chest.

He huffed, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips.

"Har har," he said, rolling his eyes fondly. "Hilarious."

You laughed, and his chest felt a little lighter.

"Happy Valentine’s Day, love," he said softly.

You smiled, letting go of his waist only to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a slow, lingering kiss.

Jason melted into it instantly, his hands finding your waist, pulling you closer in a way that was far too natural by now.

The kiss was slow, warm, easy.

Like all of Jason’s kisses.

Jason’s heart sped up, but his shoulders relaxed. Having you this close in the morning, just standing there in the kitchen with the city noise outside... Gods, saying Jason loved you didn’t even come close to covering it.

His hands slid to your waist, pulling you even closer, needing the warmth of your presence.

You gently pulled back, just enough to speak. "You don’t have to impress me, seriously." You said, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "I already am."

Jason chuckled softly, the sound deep and warm in his chest. He ran a hand through his blonde hair, still feeling the weight of the day ahead. "I want it to be perfect, though. It’s you."

Your gaze softened, and without responding, you tugged him back to you, sealing your lips in a slow, gentle kiss, pulling him closer.

His hand tangled in your hair, massaging your scalp in that soft, slow way you loved. Jason bit your lower lip gently, pulling a quiet gasp from you.

He wasted no time, slipping his tongue into the warmth of your mouth, deepening the kiss, guiding you back until your lower back hit the counter. He pressed his free hand to the edge of the counter to keep you steady, holding you against him.

The kiss turned more urgent, your hands sliding over his chest, shoulders, and arms, pulling him tighter to you, not letting him go. A low groan escaped him when your hand slipped under his sweater, your fingers sending shivers down his spine.

His stomach tightened under your delicate touch, the feeling leaving behind a heat that made him feel like he was burning.

Both of Jason’s hands found the hem of your—his—shirt, sliding under it to feel the soft skin of your waist. His thumbs made slow, lazy circles.

"Can’t help it," he murmured softly against your lips, "you’re just... too distracting."

You smiled, a quiet laugh slipping from your lips. "Now I really want you to impress me..." You whispered, biting his lower lip and tugging lightly.

Shit.

Jason felt the heat building in all the wrong places for this time of morning, the bulge under his sweatpants starting to form just from that small action. His chest tightened at your teasing, at the way you touched him, at the way your body was pressed against his with him pinning you to the counter.

"Maybe I do," he murmured, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, searching for something, trying to find any sign that you were just messing with him.

But there was no doubt, not even a hint that you were just teasing him.

Without another word, he kissed you again, one of his hands left your shirt to slide further up, finding the curve of one of your breasts. He cupped it in his hand, squeezing and massaging with a gentleness that was only worthy of Jason Fucking Gentleman Grace.

You gasped under his touch, your nipples hardening against the coolness of his hands.

"Jase..." you managed to say his nickname, only to feel his lips leave yours in search of more skin to worship.

"So soft..." He murmured softly, lowering his lips to your jaw line, trailing down your neck with open-mouthed kisses. Then, finally finding that spot that always shorted you out.

He took your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a gentle pinch that elicited a moan that made Jason's skin crawl. He didn't even bother trying to hide his own desire.

Jason felt his cock growing uncomfortably hard under his sweatpants. Reaching down, his hand found the waistband of your panties, teasingly tugging them down.

Jason stopped just to grab your hips, trying to keep you in place as he thrusted his hips into yours, looking for some short of friction that you might could provide.

Your breath hitched, feeling him press his boner against you while he pressed soft kisses against your skin.

"Happy Valentine's Day to you, too." You whispered.

"I love you," He murmured against your neck, biting softly.

Jason nervouses were forgotten a long while ago. You were perfect in his arms, and that's all that mattered for him right now.

Plus, he wasn't going to think about anything other than making love to you for the next couple hours, that's for sure.

#NOTE: Babes, This is the first time I've written something like this, and it's not even good TT. Plus, I just wrote it and it's 3am, I'm sleepy. I swear I'll write something better when my eyes aren't closing!

𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐, 𝒔.

[frickingnerd]

dating the seven

pairing: percy jackson x jason grace x leo valdez x frank zhang x gn!reader x annabeth chase x piper mclean x hazel levesque

tags: polyamorous relationship, percabeth frazel & jiper, wholesome fluff, physical affection, protective!seven

while your seven partners are very protective of you and would do anything to keep you out of harm's way, they do let you go on their quest with you! they honestly prefer to have you around, so they can assure your safety themselves!

out of the seven of them, percy, jason and annabeth are the most protective ones! percy and jason always throw themselves into any danger to keep you safe, while annabeth's protectiveness over you also takes place outside of battles

percy also takes on the spot of the most affectionate one out of the group, with only leo being more affectionate than him! those two boys constantly brag about dating you and have their hands all over you whenever they can!

in comparison, frank and hazel both enjoy physical affection as well, but they aren't big on public displays of affection, so those two only cuddle with you or kiss you when they're alone with you

the seven don't just date you, but there are also a few pairings amongst each other! for one, percy and annabeth are the couple that has been around for the longest time now

but frank and hazel, as well and piper and jason also are dating not just you but each other as well! and with how open your relationship is and how close you all are already, it wouldn't be a surprise if certain other pairings ended up happening eventually, like jason and leo or piper and annabeth…

speaking of piper and annabeth, the two of them dote on you the most! they certainly have a soft side for you that they often get teased about by percy and leo!

while traveling to fulfill the prophecy, you function as an emotional support to your seven significant others. things were never planned that way, but without you around, they are certain they would've lost their sanity by now

you always try to lend a hand or an ear to them, wherever they need help right now! being part of a big prophecy isn't easy, but you want to make any part you can of this journey easier for them! even if all you can offer is a hug and a reminder that you love them, that'll be enough!

[luvrsrck]

spreading prue's sweet girl agenda @xoxochb | count this as valentines day smut pls i didn't have time to write anything good for valentines day and this was from before i made my blog xoxo eva

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cw: threesome, birthday smut, unprotected sex (DON'T DO THIS IRL), anal sex, piv, i think that's it?

jason grace x percy jackson x reader (399 words!)

"you ready?"

percy nodded, bending over the edge of the bed, his dick ready to enter you.

your thighs were already sore and covered in marks from the countless orgasms percy had already pulled out of you.

it was his birthday, after all. the best gift he could get was you cumming all over his face.

both boys entered at the same time, percy’s eyes fluttering shut from the feeling of a dick inside of him for the first time.

you let out a soft whine at the familiar feeling of being filled up. percy winced at the slight pain, but quickly relaxed as jason pressed soft kisses to his neck from behind.

the pace was slow at first, gradually speeding up. jason led the way with his pace, prompting percy to follow. the feeling of being filled up and your walls squeezing around his dick at the same time was driving him fucking insane.

jason aimed for his prostate with every thrust, picking up a hard and fast pace while gripping percy’s waist.

"feeling good birthday boy?"

he was completely gone. all he could do was whimper in response as you kissed his jaw, whispering in his ear how good he was fucking you, and how well he was taking jason’s dick.

the moans of all three of you filled the quiet cabin, having locked the door to make sure no one would walk in accidentally.

percy’s moans had gone from groans to pathetic little "ah-ah-ahs" as he felt so close to exploding inside you.

you could tell by his whimpers that he was close. you glanced past him to look at jason, who nodded. tugging on his hair, you whispered in his ear.

"cum in me baby. fill me up."

that was all he needed before cumming hard, right inside you. he didn’t think he’d ever came so hard in his life.

jason slowly pulled out of him as he did the same before collapsing on your chest.

"we should do this more often, sweet girl."

he mumbled.

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maybe i'll expand on this in the future :3

[imafuckinstar]

happy valentines day to my boyfriend jason grace

[yawneon]

how i look at my screen after y/n just got called kitten/puppy/bunny

[xoxochb]

fuck babe you’re so hot when you’re just ink on paper

[stvrlitsky]

Live, love and stan my jealous fictional boyfriends <3333

[nofingjustaninchident]

marriage is scary what if he’s not like the guys in the books i read

[dulusionalapocaliose]

I desperately need crazy unhinged bossgirl woman and their pathetic man representation. And by that I mean intelligent, ambitious, unhinged, disgustingly educated but hyperfeminine, that knows how to fight magnifically and are mad science smart queens that would do what is needed to get what they want and need, and their husband/boyfriend supporting and following them around like lovesick puppies.

[valsverse]

thinking about the small ways the pjo boys instinctively show their love for you..

the way percy jackson's sword fighting naturally slows to a hesitant crawl whenever he's sparring with you. his once swift and fluid motions seem to falter, as if he's unsure of how much force to use. his sword moves in hesitant, awkward jabs, accompanied by a small, sheepish smile that seems to say, "i don't want to hurt you, but i also don't want to lose."

the way jason grace covers the sharp corner of the table when you reach under to get something, ensuring that your head wouldn't accidentally collide with the unforgiving edge. you feel the warmth of his hand hovering just inches above your head, and the faint smile on his lips reveals his satisfaction in keeping you safe. he's a protector, that one.

the way leo valdez taps three times on the dinner table whenever he wants to catch your attention. perhaps it's his way of saying, 'i'm thinking of you.' or, i can't wait to see you after this.' you're never quite certain of the exact meaning, but regardless, you often find yourself twirling your daggers three times before going into battle, a sweet tribute to leo.

the way luke castellan's lip twitches ever so slightly every time you enter into the room. it's a subtle movement, almost imperceptible, but you're certain it's there by the way he catches your eye, and tilts his head to the door, a silent invitation for you to join him.

[aphroditeinthesea]

me when im reading a fic and see my reflection on the screen

[waitingonher]

because i love you — [hoo boys headcanons]

summary: your "thing" with the hoo boys!

author's note: in honor of the pjo series coming out today,,have this rlly rlly short draft from earlier this year! xoxo

percy jackson — doodling on him

“give me your hand.”

“yes ma’am.”

minutes pass as you doodle gods know what onto percy’s hand. you always resort to this whenever the camp head counselor's meeting begins late—which seems to be every meeting—and giving percy "tattoos" certainly kills time. last meeting, you drew a can of beans and the time before that, was a bouquet of tulips. so honestly his guess being a pair of socks this time isn’t too far of a reach.

“okay, done,” you release his hand, a proud smile gracing your features, “cute right?”

he quirks a brow upon seeing the drawing, “is that…” percy turns his head to the side, gaining better perspective, “is that a flying fish?” 

“wow, you’re good,” you say, giving him a nod of approval, “although, last time you did say that my can of beans looked like a roll of toilet paper…” 

your boyfriend throws his hands in the air, “in my defense, you used a shitty pen so it was hard to tell.” 

“whatever.” 

jason grace — sewing your initials on his clothes

“hi love,” jason says, plopping down beside you on the couch. you give him a bright smile as he places a gentle kiss on your head, “almost done?” 

nodding proudly, you hold up his pair of jeans to show him your work: your initials sewn onto a corner of his back pocket, “yup, just finished actually! what do you think of the color? i think you bought the thread for me on our second date. but i totally forgot i had it until i went digging in my supply box.” 

a grin plasters itself on jason’s face as he nods his head in realization, “i knew the color seemed familiar. i remember wondering why a tiny spool of thread was so expensive. but it’s perfect, i love it,” he kisses your cheek, “all my friends are gonna be so jealous that they don’t have their girlfriends’ initials sewn onto their clothes.” 

you laugh as you imagine jason vehemently bragging about his jeans to all his friends, “tell them i’m charging $50 if they want me to do theirs,” you wink. 

“we’d make more than the stolls’ and their smuggling business if we did that,” he laughs, admiring your work once more. who knew that having your initials on his pants would have such an affect on him, “also, can you do my sweaters and my other jeans?"

you raise a brow, "i might have to start charging you at this point."

leo valdez — impromptu fashion shows

“wow!” you clap enthusiastically, “your outfit even puts paris fashion week outfits to shame!” yes, because a rainbow checkered crop top with a humongous green tutu and a pink boa paired with insanely skinny stilettos beats any and all high fashion runway outfits, “now, leo valdez, can you give us a few words about your new clothing line? and possibly a bit about what it’s like to be so amazingly talented?” you inquire, raising an invisible microphone to his mouth. 

leo oh-so humbly bows and rises with a proud grin, “thank you, thank you, but i honestly must give all credit towards my beautiful muse, y/n, she’s the inspiration behind my new line. and about being so talented, it really is such hard work to be this naturally gifted.”

“ooh, do tell about this ‘y/n.’ i’ve never heard of her but she does sound absolutely gorgeous!” you exclaim, keeping up with the act. 

your boyfriend nods firmly, “oh yes, she’s very, very, very beautiful,” adding a playful wink, “but i must say, she has the worst morning breath i’ve ever encountered!” 

your smile drops and you squint your eyes, “i’m going to choke you with that stupid ugly boa if you don’t take that back right now.” 

“uh ma’am,” leo backs up nervously, clutching his boa, “i’m going to have to call security if you threaten me again.” 

"i'm seriously going to kill you."

[pumpkinbxtch]

— sorry i curved you (i'm not)∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° headcanons

how HoO boys reject a person who tries to flirt with them ft. apollo

who's here: leo valdez, percy jackson, frank zhang, jason grace & apollo / lester

warnings: well, it implies that the reader is female and language.

a/n: heyooo, its friday of headcanons yummy.

— leo valdez:

— leavin' my hot girlfriend for you?, hell nah.

He's speechless. yeah he is a flirtatious boy, yes, but when he is so in love with you, committed to you, literally nothing else exists. The moment another person tells him or hints at him, he will tell them a joke and is probably the one who takes a sip of a non-existent drink and then leaves laughing (like, out of pity).

— frank zhang:

— uhm, i'm taken, like... seriously taken.

Frank is sweet, we all know that, but when they make that kind of mistake, they're dead to him. At that moment he leaves without tell more, talking with themselves. Frank will probably be embarrassed but for him you are the only one and he thinks he is yours so bye.

— percy jackson:

— wha- what do you mean? brooooo, buu. shoo-shoo, or whatever. I'M MARRIEEEEED.

This man is literally loyalty walking. He would never let someone else in if they tried to flirt with him. For that he would have to realize that they are doing it and surely Percy is too distracted for that.

— jason grace:

— i have wife.

No more comments. That man already imagined you a entire life so If another person pounces on him, he is one of those who steps aside and lets the other person fall flat. Unapologetically, like: "You brought it on yourself for thinking that I'm going to move on from the love of my life"

— apollo / lester

— You would look better under a mountain than actin' shitty. I make a few calls and you could be.

Being Lester, he'll probably step back all blushing and walk away. He feels sorry for someone noticing him but in the end he knows that the only person who matters to him is you.

Being Apollo, he will surely do the same but without looking so pathetic. He leaves and laughs in denial like "ah ah, my lady is mine and I'm hers. I already swore it." Also, if they try again he will use them like his horses' shoes.

[catfilms]

i need him. but not in a sexual needy way. more like the way i want that weird plush on aisle 4

[xoxochb]

“my daughter is completely fine!”

ma’am your daughter has to read fanfics about fictional characters just to maintain a healthy mental state

[somewhereincairparavel]

Jason Grace's is the 'may I be your boyfriend?' not the 'will you be my girlfriend' type of guy, argue w the wall.