#Percy Jackson x you

[xoxochb]

——— ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

“percy, percy, percy…” you sigh whilst shaking your head disapprovingly.

“I recall last time you said my name three times in a sentence we were in a very different position.”

you slap him across the head. “sit your ass down!”

“yes ma’am.” percy smiles and sits down on his bed.

you throw him a ‘one minute’ indication with your index, rushing to the bathroom and returning with a bright blue bandaid, a shark sprawled along it.

you take a seat next to percy on the bed, forcefully taking his ring finger and wrapping the bandaid around it.

“aren’t you gonna kiss it better, sweet girl?”

you roll your eyes and kiss his finger over the bandaid. “you bled all over your sheets. I just washed them this morning, y’know.”

“and I’m grateful for you doing my chores. but… I wouldn’t mind watching you bend over as you—”

“stop.” you leave and walk back into the bathroom, throwing out the bandaid wrappers before returning.

percy has already made himself comfortable, clothes discarded on the floor. you sigh and slip off your/percy’s shirt before sliding into bed beside him.

you take his injured finger into your hands. “how’d you do this?”

“that’s a great question, sweet girl, you ask good questions. I love you for that.”

you glare his way. “what did you do?”

“well… I was playing with a stick and one thing led to another.”

your glare diminishes into a look of confusion. “you never cease to amaze me with your stories.”

“thank you!” percy laughs and tugs you to lay against him, pressing a sloppy kiss to your forehead.

“it wasn’t a compliment, I’m saying you’re a dumbass.”

he shrugs and kisses you again. “yeah, but it’s getting me hard.”

you close your eyes and take a long inhale. percy begins to pepper your face in light kisses.

“percy.”

“mhmm, my sweet girl.”

your lost for coherent words as he distracts you. though you presume nothing you had to say was very important anyways.

he ends with a peck to your lips before resting your head beneath his chin, patting your upper back lightly, soothingly.

and to think this is the same boy you’re marrying this summer. the same one you’d devoted your entire life and heart to.

“percy?”

“sweet girl.”

“you’re one of a kind,” you laugh, nuzzling your head into his neck. “I love you.”

“I’m glad you think that way. I love you too, sweet girl.”

yeahhhh, you’d chose the right boy.

[caspian-16]

Beautiful Mornings, Percy Jackson x reader

The sound of birds and windchimes filled the cabin. The sun casted a golden glow over everything inside. The feeling of Percy’s hands tracing your spine woke you up from your sleep. His smile grew and his seafoam green eyes glowed upon noticing you awake.

“Morning” his deep morning voice was like honey to your ears. You reached up to card your fingers through his black curly hair, paying special attention to the white streak at the front. Percy leaned into your hand, loving the affection. 

“You know, we have the whole day to ourselves.” You moved your body so it was lying on his, fingers still in his curls and hand on his cheek, basking in the scent of an ocean breeze and blue cookie

“Do not tempt me when you look this beautiful.” You giggle before kissing him, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in deeper. 

“Oh, how about we have a shower then I make your favorite chocolate chip pancakes with blue syrup.” His eyes lit up at the idea.

“You’re an angel, but I get to shower with you.” He suddenly lifts you up and out of bed. Your legs wrap around his waist and arms around his neck. Percy rests his head on your shoulder, careful not to trip on the shark blanket on the floor. 

The shower was divine, and after a few explicit activities, the two of you ended up in the kitchen. You stirred the pancake mixture and poured a bit into the pan. Percy was standing behind you, arms around your waist, watching over your head. 

“You know, I can help?” You flipped the pancake over and watched it cook.

“Last time you tried to cook something you almost burned the camp down, so you just stand here and look pretty.” His arms tightened around your waist, pulling you further into him.

“You think I’m pretty?” You turned and looked back at his smiling face. You placed a kiss on his jaw and replied.

“I think you’re beautiful.”

Once the food was all plated up and Percy practically drowned his pancakes in blue syrup, you sat down to dig in at a bench facing the lake.

“I don’t know how you and mom make such amazing food.” His plate was almost half gone, almost moaning at the heavenly taste.

“Your mum says it’s because you can taste the love we put in our food. That's why she gave me her cookie recipe.”

“I think my mom likes you more than me.” You let out a laugh before taking another bite. 

“I love you.” You look up to see Percy dreamily staring at you. 

“There’s no need to get so mushy seaweed brain.” You grab his hand and placed a kiss on his knuckles. “I love you too.”

[kioflerkira]

Hey can I have ajealous percy jackson x reader

But percy doesn't realise at first cause he's oblivious and the reader sort of does but doesn't think much of it because she's with percy

Also the reader and this guy are friends so she's around him a lot?

“ YOU JEALOUS ? ”

warnings: fluff, fire, jealous percy pairings: p.jackson x reader summary: percy, oblivious to his own jealousy, grows increasingly annoyed and perhaps jealous of some camper and his friendship with you.

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YOU AND ELIJAH ANDRÉS, a son of ares, had always been close. you trained together, cracked jokes, and shared an easy friendship that made sense. you balanced each other out—his fiery temper softened by your patience, your strategic mind sharpened by his bluntness. to you, it was just friendship. to percy ? well, he wasn’t quite sure yet.

it started small. he’d catch elijah slinging an arm over your shoulder after a particularly tough sparring match, and something inside him would tighten. he’d watch you laugh at one of elijah’s admittedly dumb jokes, and his grip on riptide would get just a bit firmer. still, he brushed it off. it wasn’t like he had a reason to be bothered, right ? he was your boyfriend, after all.

then came the day when he finally noticed it.

you were sitting by the campfire, recounting some ridiculous quest moment to a group of campers. elijah was beside you, leaning in just a little too close for percy’s liking. when you laughed, elijah nudged you playfully, his smirk way too smug. and percy felt it—that unmistakable, irrational burn of jealousy.

“dude,” grover muttered beside him, watching his clenched fists, “you good?”

“i’m fine,” percy said quickly. too quickly.

“you sure ? because you look like you wanna drown him.”

“I don’t wanna drown him,” percy grumbled. “just.. make sure he backs off.”

grover snorted. “yeah, you’re totally not jealous.”

percy opened his mouth to argue but stopped when elijah leaned closer to you, whispering something in your ear that made you roll your eyes and shove him away, laughing.

that was it. that was the final straw.

me stood up, marching over before he could stop himself. “hey.”

you blinked up at him, surprised. “hey, percy. need anything ?”

elijah smirked. “sup, jackson ?”

percy ignored him— he wasn’t worth his time—, eyes locked on you. “can I talk to you ? like, alone ?”

you frowned but nodded. “uh- yeah, sure”

he took your hand (pointedly ignoring elijah’s knowing grin) and led you away from the fire. once you were out of earshot, you crossed your arms. “okay, what’s up with you ?”

percy ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “are you and elijah.. ?” he trailed off, feeling ridiculous.

you raised a brow. “are we what ?”

“like.. close ? too close ?”

realization dawned on your face, and then you laughed. “oh my gods, percy. you jealous ?”

“no !” he said immediately. then, at your unimpressed look, he sighed. “just.. mildly irritated by him”

you grinned, stepping closer. “percy, I love you, you idiot. elijah’s just a friend.”

“I know, it’s just—” He hesitated, looking at the ground. “he gets to train with you all the time, joke around with you, and I just.. I dunno. It bugs me.”

your expression softened. “you do realize you’re my boyfriend, right ? that you’re the one I want to spend my time with ?”

his lips quirked up. “yeah?”

you rolled your eyes fondly before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “mhm, seaweed brain. now stop pouting and come back to the fire.”

percy huffed but laced his fingers through yours. as you walked back, he made a silent promise to himself—next sparring session, elijah was going down.

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a/n: gods, i love elijah smsmsm 😖

[xoxorory]

More than Jealousy

Percy Jackson x Fem!Reader Fanfic(Daughter of Aphrodite)

Genre: Humor | Fluff | add +18 jokes from Percy

Universe: Percy Jackson & The Olympians

Word Count: 2K~

Established relationship!

Warnings: none

A/N: HI!! I finally posted something lol,tomorrow I will check it and make it aesthethic. I wrote it on my phone okay? Be patient 💔

I. Percy Jackson is a Drama King™

Percy had many admirable qualities: he was brave, loyal, funny… But he also had the terrible habit of being a dramatic boyfriend.

“I don’t get what she sees in him,” he grumbled, stirring his drink with a plastic straw with an intensity that was downright scary.

Nico di Angelo, sitting across from him with his usual “I’m too tired of life” expression, didn’t even bother to look at him.

“Not this again…”

“Yes, this again,” Percy said, crossing his arms and frowning in your direction and Marcus, the son of Apollo you’d been spending a lot of time with lately.

Nico sighed.

“Marcus isn’t trying to flirt with her.”

“Oh, he’s not? Then why is he laughing so much with her?”

“Because she’s funny.”

“And why is he looking at her like he wants to eat her whole?”

Nico almost spit out his juice.

“Gods, Jackson, calm down. Marcus isn’t in love with your girlfriend.”

“He is. I know it. I can smell it.”

Nico rolled his eyes.

“Please tell me you’re not sitting here sniffing the air like a jealous dog.”

“Nico, you don’t understand. That guy—”

“That guy just wants flirting advice, and if you used two brain cells at once, you’d realize he’s not interested in your girlfriend.”

Percy eyed him suspiciously.

“And how can you be so sure?”

Nico rolled his eyes and stood up from the table.

“When you’re done being an idiot, let me know.”

And with that, he left.

Percy, however, stayed with his brow furrowed.

Because he knew Marcus was up to something.

And Percy Jackson wasn’t going to let it slide without a fight.

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II. Operation “Marking Territory”

Percy wasn’t a strategist like Annabeth, but he had instincts.

And at that moment, his instinct told him he needed to make it clear that you were his girlfriend.

So, when he found you with Marcus in the training arena, he decided to take action.

“Princess!”

You turned just in time for Percy to catch you by the waist and lift you off the ground like you weighed nothing.

“Percy!” you exclaimed with laughter as he spun you in the air.

Marcus blinked.

“Uh… Am I interrupting something?”

Percy slowly set you down and slid a hand to your ass in the process.

“Yes,” he said with an innocent smile.

Marcus made a face of “what the hell,” but didn’t say anything.

You, however, looked at him suspiciously.

“What’s your deal?”

Percy smiled even more.

“Nothing, just properly greeting my girlfriend.”

Marcus grimaced and looked away.

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t see anything. Catch you later!”

When Marcus walked away, Percy smiled triumphantly.

You looked at him in disbelief.

“Really, Jackson?”

“What?”

“You grabbed my ass just to mark territory.”

“Technically, my territory.”

You rolled your eyes, but before you could respond, a dry voice sounded behind you.

“If you’re gonna have sex in the middle of camp, let me know so I can leave.”

Both of you turned to find Nico with his arms crossed and an expression of “I’m way too dead for this.”

“Nico!” you protested, blushing.

Percy just smiled.

“Hey, bro, good you showed up.”

Nico looked at him like he wanted to throw him to the Underworld.

“If you keep acting like a caveman, bro, I’m gonna summon an army of dead people to drag you away from here.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

“You’re holding your girlfriend like she’s a trophy.”

“She’s my trophy.”

Nico sighed deeply.

“Gods, give me patience…”

⸻

III. Percy Jackson’s Worst Discovery

Percy kept up with his plan. He’d sit in your lap when Marcus was around, make suggestive comments about how “busy” they’d be after the campfire, and even bit your neck during a training session.

But the straw that broke the camel’s back was when Marcus came up to you on the beach.

“Hey, girly, can I talk to you for a sec?”

Before you could respond, Percy dropped his head in your lap and sighed dramatically.

“He can’t, Marcus. We’re in a very important activity.”

Marcus frowned.

“What activity?”

Percy lifted his head seriously.

“Sex.”

You almost choked him.

“PER-CY!”

Marcus grimaced.

“Dude, I didn’t want that image in my head.”

“Then don’t interrupt our intimate sessions.”

“Gods, that’s disgusting.”

Marcus sighed and crossed his arms.

“Look, I really need to talk to her. It’s about her brother.”

Percy tensed.

“What about her brother?”

Marcus rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“I wanted to ask for advice because… I like him.”

There was a long silence.

Nico, who was nearby, almost choked on his own saliva.

“WHAT?”

You widened your eyes in surprise before bursting out laughing.

“Oh, gods! Was all this because you thought Marcus was after me?”

Percy stayed silent.

“Wait… you like her brother?”

Marcus blushed.

“Yeah.”

Nico looked at them with panic.

“Oh, no.”

Percy looked at Marcus, then at you, then at Nico.

“The sexy brother of my girlfriend?”

“PERCY!”

“The one who’s basically a male version of her?”

Marcus nodded.

“Yeah.”

Percy opened his mouth… then flopped onto his back in the sand.

“For the love of Poseidon, I’m a complete idiot.”

Nico crossed his arms.

“Finally, you say something sensible.”

You leaned over Percy, amused.

“Well, we already knew that.”

Percy shot you a look, but before he could respond, Marcus snapped his fingers.

“So, are you gonna help me or not?”

Percy growled.

“I don’t know if I want you dating her brother.”

“It’s not like you’re gonna say yes right away.”

Nico rubbed his temples.

“I’m gonna need therapy.”

You sighed and smiled at Marcus.

“Fine, I’ll help you. But maybe later, Percy seems like he will drown you in the lake.”

“Oh, I’ll do that anyway,” Percy chimed in.

Marcus rolled his eyes.

“Thanks for the trust, guys.”

Percy sighed as he watched him walk away.

“I still don’t like him.”

Nico looked at him.

“Neither do I.”

You kissed Percy on the cheek.

“You’re an adorable jealous guy.”

Percy looked at you with narrowed eyes.

“Adorable, huh? I’m making you pay for that later.”

“You’re disgusting, please.”

And, by the way Percy looked at you, you knew you’d be very busy later.

I’m not very fanatic of this writing,but I really wanted to post something 😓😓

[dreamdragonkadia]

Requested by @that-choir-girl I hope you enjoy! I'm so sorry it took me a minute to get to this. p.jackson/apollo!reader

It was a stupid hope.

Thinking Luke would come to his senses. That maybe the boy who once taught you how to shoot an arrow before you'd even been claimed would look at you—really look—and remember who he used to be.

But, he didn’t.

You hadn’t told anyone what he asked of you. Not Annabeth. Not Chiron. Definitely not Percy.

The guilt sat in your stomach like a rock. You hadn’t said a word about Luke’s offer—about his plan, about Kronos. You kept it buried, hoping it would fade.

You’d always been angry at the gods. At your father for waiting so long to claim you. But this? Joining Kronos? No. That line, at least, you wouldn’t cross.

Then Luke took Percy. Lured him away like it was nothing.

You didn’t even think. Couldn't think. You just ran—Annabeth and Grover close behind—praying to any god who might listen that you weren’t already too late.

'Please, please, please.'

You found them just as the sun was bleeding into the trees, orange and gold and too beautiful for how wrong everything felt.

Percy was on his knees. Sweating, pale, barely upright. And Luke was behind him, Backbiter angled at his throat.

“Don’t move,” Luke said, eyes locking on yours.

You froze, heart hammering. Grover's breathing went nonexistent beside you. Annabeth didn’t even blink, gripping her dagger like a lifeline.

One wrong step and that cursed blade would tear through Percy like paper.

“Luke,” you said, carefully. “Let him go.”

His grip tightened. “You should’ve joined me.”

“You’re hurting people.”

“I’m making things right.”

“By poisoning him?” Annabeth snapped, stepping forward.

Luke tilted his head like it’s no big deal. Like this was another day. “He’ll last long enough.”

You barely heard him. Your eyes were locked on Percy now—on the sickly purple veins crawling up from the gash in his side. Backbiter’s poison. You can practically feel it burning through his bloodstream.

Then Percy’s eyes flick to your side.

It’s subtle. Barely a twitch. But you know him well enough to understand.

A signal.

With whatever strength he had left, Percy slammed his shoulder into Luke’s leg, knocking him off balance just enough.

It’s all you need.

Annabeth moves first—quick as lightning, dagger drawn. Grover’s right behind her, charging like a goat possessed.

And you?

You go straight to Percy.

You drop to your knees beside him, tuning out the clash of the fight behind you.

His skin was burning. His lips were pale. He blinked up at you, slow and dazed, like he was trying to figure out if you were real.

“You came,” he murmured.

“Of course I did,” you whispered, brushing the damp hair from his forehead. “What, like I was gonna let you die out here?”

He gave a breathy sound that might’ve been a laugh—or a wheeze. “Not… my best day.”

You pressed your hands to the wound at his side. The magic came instinctively��warmth building in your chest and pouring into him, chasing the venom like light through smoke. Your father’s power was supposed to be sunlight and music. Right now, it felt more like fire and desperation.

Percy jerked under your hands, gasping. But he didn’t pull away.

You kept going until the poison was gone.

Behind you, there’s a grunt and a thud—then silence.

You turned to see Luke on the ground, Annabeth’s dagger at his throat, her eyes wild with fury. Grover stood nearby, panting hard, looking like he’d just headbutted a freight train.

Luke’s gaze flicked to you.

And for one second—just one—he looked like the boy you used to know. The one who showed you how to notch an arrow. The one who laughed with you by the campfire like the world was never going to end.

Then he moved.

Fast.

With a twist of his arm, an elbow to Annabeth’s ribs, and he was on his feet before anyone could stop him. She lunged after him, but he was already backing into the shadows of the trees.

“They’ll fail you again,” he warned, breath ragged. “And when they do… you’ll come looking for me.”

Then he vanished into the trees.

Percy slumped forward the moment he was gone, like his body had been held together by sheer will and now that will had snapped.

You caught him before he could hit the ground, arms wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him in close.

“I’ve got you,” you murmured.

He let out a shaky, warm breath against your neck. For a second, you thought he’d already passed out—until you felt his fingers curl gently into your shirt.

“Hey…” he whispered. “You’re not gonna… disappear too, right?”

You blinked. “What?”

“I mean…” He swallowed hard. “Could you… maybe stay? Just for a little while? I— I don’t really wanna be alone right now. Not after everything.”

There was something so soft, so Percy in the way he said it—like he was embarrassed to ask, like needing someone made him feel guilty.

You didn’t let him finish the thought.

“Of course,” you said, tucking your hand behind his head, gently guiding it to your shoulder. “I’m here. I’m staying.”

He didn’t say anything else. Just leaned into you, heavy and warm and still trembling slightly.

The walk back to camp was slow. He pressed into your side the entire way, head tucked into the crook of your neck like it was the only place that felt safe, one arm looped around your shoulders.

At some point, his hand found yours and didn’t let go.

You didn’t make him.

And honestly… you didn’t want to.

[tisthedammseason]

˚⋆˙𝒟𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 ℋ𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒 & 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒸𝓎 𝒥𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓈𝑜𝓃✧⋆｡

- "Wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark, Show me the places where the others gave you scars"

[hopesworlld]

౨ৎ lot of pretty boys, lot of funny business

౨ৎ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 — percy has missed you, and dang wait to show you just how much

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — just a little bit freaky nothing explicit

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“angel,” percy crooned, slipping behind you and slipping his arms around your waist. you melted into his warmth, head lolling back between his muscled pecs.

“hey, babe,” you hummed, smiling at the feel of your boyfriend holding you in his arms.

“i missed you, gorgeous,” he said, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your cheek, “missed your face, your lips,” he held you closer, trailing kisses along your jawline. suckling on the spot just bellow your ear. “your voice,” a small gasp escaped your lips.

“percy, we’re in public,” you sighed, but you couldn’t help but curl closer into him, tilting your head allowing him more aces to your neck.

“so…” he said, his hands tightening on your hips, rubbing circles along your hip bones. “i need you, angel,” he groaned, “haven’t seen you in so long,”

“it’s only been two days, percy,” you laughed, but percy growled quietly, tugging you closer. his hands slipping down your thighs.

“have you not missed me?” he questioned, lips on your neck, “did my gorgeous girl not need me while i was gone?”

“percy,” you sighed, “of course i did, i always miss you,” you replied, turning in his arms so that you could face him, leaning up and wrapping your arms around his neck. percy grinned at you, that charming smile that made your knees weaken.

“then love me, angel,” he pleaded, slipping his hands beneath your thighs and cocking them up so that they wrapped around his hips. he was so strong. effortlessly so. the way he could easily support your weight as though it were nothing and still hold that gorgeous smile that swept you off your feet.

his long tan arms holding you so impossibly close, you wanted him closer. so so much closer.

“baby,” you whispered, finally drawing his lips to yours.

percy kisses you as though you were the air in his lungs, the stars in his sky, his entire world held in his grasp.

he kissed like he would never kiss you again, would never feel the caress of his lips on yours, the slide of your tongue against his.

kissing percy was something like you had never felt before, you adored his lips on yours, would sacrifice everything for just five more minutes of being his. and only his.

“oh, my gorgeous, lovely girl,” percy said against your lips. “never leaving you again,’ he declared, running his fingers down your sides and playing with the hem of your top. “can’t,” he declared, kissing you deeply.

“won’t let you,” you hummed, feathering kisses along his lips and across his cheeks, “the gods have had you long enough, you are mine,” you said, sucking his earlobe into your mouth.

“oh, gorgeous you are gonna get us in trouble,” percy chuckled, swinging you around so that your back was pressed against a tree. you were sure there were probably nymphs pressed together giggling about the pair of you but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as percy slipped his fingers up your top, squeezing your breasts.

“fuck,” you groaned, lopping your fingers through the belt buckles of his shorts. “i love you, love you so much,” you whimpered, as percy pressed closer, his flush against yours.

“i love you’re more, gorgeous girl,” percy swore, words sweeter that a promise.

“prove it,” you hummed and percy dove straight back in, determined to prove himself.

[sacrificiallane]

──── too sweet !

pairing ! percy jackson x fem!reader content warning ! heavy makeout turned dry humping / mention of drenched underwear / horny teens ! percy being the sweetest boyfriend ever. allusion to giving head (it doesn’t really happen, though)

"I love you," kiss, "love you," kiss, "gods ―"

Percy Jackson speaks pretty nonsense when your plush lips trail further and further down his body. He swears this is his Elysium ― pushed into his sea themed sheets and getting utterly loved by you.

"So, so good to me, pretty girl." And you live by his constant praise.

Only in his blue boxers he's literal putty under your teasing hands, as your mouth trails a path over each of his freckles, seemingly forming constellations with just your sweet mouth on him.

It's muscle memory when his hips lift off the bed, trying to get even more friction from how easily your making out had turned into... this.

Your lips easily find the rough patch of his happy trail, and Percy stutters a little in his breathing. He is closing his eyes in anticipation, his fingers already finding space in your hair.... and then ―

― and then your mouth quickly moves back up, almost as if you're rushing to get back into familiar territory. It's the only indication he needs, to know that you're not just merely trying to tease him.

His sea green eyes slowly flutter open again, and Percy tries to find his thoughts somewhere that isn't tugged under his waistband.

His voice is all hazy when his eyes connect with yours again.

"You scared to go lower?"

And his question was so genuine ― you wanted to cry. He wasn't being pushy, and nothing in his tone suggested that he was disappointed or upset. No, your boyfriend was genuinely checking in with you, to see if you were okay with all this.

He then found your gaze turn a bit sheepish, almost... shy, as you slowly nodded your pretty head at him. "Uhm, yea," he heard you whisper, and a flush overtook your features, "it's scary down there. I don't know what to do with... all that."

Oh. oh….

Percy can't even stop himself from snorting a bit at your answer. Leave it to his partner, to describe his most sensitive part as 'scary'. He finds it all too sweet, too!

Of course, there was barely anything you could do 'wrong' with it, in his mind, anyway. But Percy is the last person to push you into something you aren't completely comfortable with.

The guy would happily just let you kiss him silly, if that's all you're comfy with!

"Sweetheart," his gaze softens at your admission, and his thumb softly brushes over your cheek, just to see you look less worried about his reaction. "That's totally fine," he hums, and watches you closely, "we can try some other time. Or we can never try again. Whatever you'd like. I'm happy when you’re happy, honestly."

But it's the way you tell him that you totally don't want to stop this completely! You have urges too, after all. So Percy finds himself greedily licking into your mouth, until further thoughts just melt away. He's quick to flip the both of you over, hovering above you, all while making pretty little sounds of pleasure that mingle with your own.

His body molds perfectly against your own, and a roll of his hips is enough to leave you dumb. Your lips are all shiny and swollen when he's done with devouring your face, and a lopsided smile splits over his lips that make your tummy flutter. He's on you before you can even take a moment to breathe, already thrusting ― gentle, slow ― against your clothed most sensitive part.

You're so overwhelmed by his sheer gentleness, that your own hips desperately buckle against his! And Percy can only watch in awe as your legs open wider for him, as to beckon him even closer.

He doesn’t need you to suck his dick! No, Percy prefers you just like this… sprawled open and eager for him to take care of you.

Your hand seeking out his own, is enough to have his own stomach flutter. He is quick to interlock his fingers with yours, pressing them into the mattress right beside your head and keeping them there...

And Percy is almost embarrassed at how much he is really leaking through his boxers. It creates a wet squelching patch right where his tip keeps rubbing into your clit, and the mere sight of such has him less embarrassed and even more eager to make you both feel good.

His eyes quickly find yours again, knowing that you need just a bit more coaxing to really find your peak like this. "It's okay pretty girl," the son of Poseidon coos gently, closely watching your facial expression. he knows you're close.

You swallow thickly, not able to look anywhere else but him. His muscles move with his trusting, making you all dizzy with how much you love him! How good he makes you feel, too. "Perce―" your breath hitches when your walls flutter around nothing. You're so, so close, yet not quite there yet...

"I know, I know." Your little whine makes his hand tighten around your own, has his hips grind harder against your clothes pussy, because he is right there with you!

When his hand comes down to press and rub over the fabric of where your sweet clit is hidden underneath, is when you find yourself finally falling apart...

he is so boyfriend, im crying (inspo from a tiktok i watched)

[stilessflannel]

just thinking about percy jackson fucking you in the shower, where the water strengthens his endurance...

his strength never quavers, senses heightened, catching every small gasp and moan that escapes your kiss swollen lips. even after cumming three times himself his pace is unrelentless, always finding just the right spot inside you with every thrust of his hips, swollen mushroom tip of his cock rubbing oh-so deliciously against the spongy part of your pussy his fingers can't reach.

an arm glides over your waist, the water pouring down your bodies making it easier for his large palm to slide down your body and lift one of your legs over his hips, pushing deeper inside of you. the feeling makes you throw your head back, but percy's three steps ahead of you and before the back of your skull hits the tiles of the cabin three shower his hand gets between the two, cradling your hair and forcing your eyes on his.

"you okay baby?" his voice is a hoarse whisper, barely audible over the rush of water but you do your best to nod, eyes rolling to the back of your head as his tip hits a particularly delicious spot inside you. "you wanna slow down?"

"no... perce, please...~" you moan, grinding your hips down onto his when he pauses, eliciting a scrunch of his eyebrows while his pupils dilate with a stronger lust.

"yeah angel, just like that. be a good girl for me, will ya?"

taglist: @izzieluvsdelusion @azure-drag0ness @vivi-anasan @percyssunlithope @amandareids @raysmayhem-72 // join the taglist here

[loverangels]

blue and you!

pairings: percy jackson x fem!reader

synopsis: percy's favourite things in the world is blue...and of course you!

percy jackson, blue paint, and the kind of love that sticks.

it starts as a joke.

"babe, c'mon," percy says, holding up the tub of blue paint like it's a gift from olympus itself. "it’s my favorite color. we have to."

you raise an eyebrow. "have to?"

"yep. non-negotiable."

and really, how are you supposed to say no to those sea-green eyes, all wide and pleading? (you know better by now. you do. but percy jackson asking for something? dangerous territory.)

"fine," you say, crossing your arms. "but if you mess up my shirt, you owe me a new one."

he grins, already opening the paint. "deal."

he dips his hands in first, fingers disappearing into the thick, glossy blue. "oh my gods, this is so weird. it feels like pudding."

you laugh. "it’s literally just paint, percy."

"yeah, but, like... wet pudding."

you roll your eyes, but then he’s standing right in front of you, palms dripping, a grin tugging at his lips. "okay, stand still."

"wait, where are you—"

his hands press against your chest, right over your shirt. he’s careful at first, like he’s trying to make it perfect.

but then he looks at you, and something shifts.

"my girl," he says softly, and before you can respond, his lips are on yours, warm and insistent.

his hands are still on you—sliding, smudging the paint everywhere. blue streaks on your arms, your neck, your jaw. he’s laughing against your mouth now, giddy and unbothered.

"percy!" you pull back, gasping. "you’re getting paint everywhere!"

"so?" he shrugs, but his hands are already back on you, shameless. "blue’s a good look on you."

(when you glance down, the shirt’s an absolute mess. the handprints are smeared and uneven, and somehow there’s a streak of paint across your stomach.)

"you’re impossible."

"you’re gorgeous."

"percy."

"my bad." he kisses you again, grinning so wide you can feel it. "actually... not my bad. my very good."

and later, when the paint’s dried and your shirt’s officially ruined, you find his cheeky little note scrawled in blue marker on the hem: "property of percy jackson."

[xoxochb]

——— ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

tangled sheets lay in a disarray. raindrops fall harshly from the clouds. and cabin three is far too hot for your liking.

for twenty minutes you lay awake in the blazing heat beneath four blankets. you glare at percy who sleeps happily beside you.

his hair is tousled, face stuffed against the pillow, an arm thrown around your waist, the other beneath said pillow. his lips are parted, unsurprisingly drooling all over the bed and he looks too peaceful.

you sigh and push the blankets downwards, exposing your bare chest to the air of the cabin in hopes to cool you down.

it only partially does. it’ll have to suffice, however, because if you took even one blanket off percy would know instantly and wake up.

well fuck it.

you pull up the bottom blanket, throwing the other three far off the bed. this is more a relief and possibly one of the best feelings ever.

and like presumed, percy begins to squirm. his voice is raspy when he murmurs, “sweet girl.”

“go back to sleep.” you run a soothing hand through his hair in hopes to help him with that.

but to your dismay, he sits up disoriented-ly. “you got rid of my blankets.”

“I’m gonna hold your hand when I say this.” you take his sweaty hand into your own sweaty hand. “it is hotter than hell on this bed right now. you will survive one night without them.”

“I’m comfortable.”

“you’re sweating. I’m sweating.”

“but if this were under different circumstances you wouldn’t be complaining.” percy holds up his index of his free hand.

you sigh. “maybe not. but this is now. and I can’t sleep.”

percy thinks for a second. “well they’re going back on in the morning.”

you throw your free hand up in a ‘go ahead’ indication before slipping into the sheets. percy follows closely, untwining your hands so his arm and go back around your waist.

you’re lucky that his body temperature regulates to frigid, because when you’re pulled against him, he’s not nearly as warm as you.

“sweet girl?”

“hm. percy.”

his finger traces your spine absentmindedly. “what time is it?”

“uhmmm…” you crane your head to read the bedside clock. “four-fifteen.”

“what time are you leaving?”

ugh.

“who says I’m leaving?”

you feel percy smile against your shoulder. “I’m flattered. but the last time you bailed on silena to stay in bed with me, I earned a very long ten minutes of scolding.”

you roll those eyes. “do you want me to stay or not?”

“‘course I do, sweet girl.”

“then shut your mouth.”

“yes ma’am.”

you nod once firmly. you rake your hand back through his dark locks. “go back to sleep.”

“you gotta get your hand outta my hair first, sweet girl.”

you felt it before you heard his voice. your hand leaves his hair and rests sprawled against his back.

“sleep.”

“on it.”

[girlkisser13]

percy jackson nsfw headcanons

• percy can lose himself very easily in sex. he gets caught up in the sensations around him and the wonderful feeling of your touch.

• french-kiss lover, and fuck, he’s good at it. swiping his tongue against yours, licking the roof of your mouth, and sucking at your tongue as he pulls away from you, he does it all. he just loves to see you breathless with kiss-bruised lips.

• this man LOVES taking you from behind, his hands using your hips as handlebars. going rough and then slowing it down by pressing you deep into the mattress, his chest against your back, and his arms linked with yours.

• his stamina is off the charts. his demigod genes give him enough strength and stamina to go all night if he felt so inclined. he is very perceptive of your energy and will happily pull you onto his cock until you start to get riled up again.

• the two of you have makeout sessions to the kitchen to grab water or snacks in between rounds, he’ll even carry you to the bathroom.

• nothing, nothing, gets him riled up more than seeing his cum on you. he is addicted to the sight of his cum on your body. your stomach, on your tongue, face, chest— you name it, he loves it.

• he’s pretty well groomed. he keeps things clean and healthy to keep up a hygienic routine. shaving, waxing, or even trimming takes time he just doesn’t have when he’s busy fighting monsters.

• if he knows ahead of time he’s meeting up with you he will take the extra time to clean himself and trim to the best of his ability. sometimes he gets bored and will trim a triangle for your amusement.

• percy enjoys experimenting with things. he’ll try just about anything once, just for the shits and giggles.

• this man is such a tease. he’s constantly trying to rile you up in a situation where you know that you can’t have him yet. the frustration building up in your eyes while you shoot him the most venomous of glares greatly amuses him.

• he’ll give you an innocent grin, pretending he wasn’t just brushing his thumb— "accidentally"— against your clit when resting his hand against your inner thigh.

• percy loves receiving. he loves seeing you struggle to take all of him and make a mess of yourself. he’ll gather all your hair, so that it’s out of your face and grip it to encourage you through the experience. he’s not shy, he’ll happily kiss you with the taste of him still on your lips, praising you every time for taking him so well.

• he enjoys giving just as much as receiving. it’s his way of worshiping you and giving you immense pleasure by his mouth alone. he can get really into it so either ride the overstimulation, squirm and fight against his grip on you, or tug on his hair just to see him pull away with a disappointed grunt.

• percy is a SUCKER for quickies. he enjoys romantic, traditional sex as much as the next guy, but he will never turn you down when he’s in the mood.

• he just wants the quickies to be in a safe area because he doesn’t want to have to worry about protecting you while having an intimate moment— that will not stop him, however, from taking you behind a tree in full battle armor during capture the flag.

• percy isn’t the loudest person in the bedroom. he’ll grunt here and there with a rough breath, maybe a few groans if you really hit a sweet spot. otherwise his breathing is the main indicator of his pleasure.

• his breathes shorten and hitch with each new wave of pleasure. the longer he’s in the mood or the longer you two go on, the more he’ll lose himself in the pleasure and make the beautiful noises that only you get to hear.

• don’t underestimate the power of a quick handjob with this guy. something about it— quick, dirty, maybe with an undertone of constructed panic or need to hurry— makes his eyes roll back so easily.

[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.

[xoxorory]

Vows, Vows, and a Wedding Plans with Percy Jackson

Pairing: Percy Jackson x Daughter of Aphrodite!Reader Genre: Humor | Fluff | Word Count: ~1.8K Warning: English si not my 1st lenguage lol Requested by: @simpingmyassoff

It had been a long time since Percy and I started our relationship. Four years together, almost five. Sometimes it felt like everything was a dream, as if the world was brighter when we were together. Him, with his carefree attitude, and me, always lost in my thoughts, but with one certainty: Percy Jackson would be my future. And no, I wasn't exaggerating.

"Babe, what are you doing?" Percy asked, looking at me from the door of the cabin.

"Nothing," I quickly replied, covering the notebook where I had been planning every detail of our wedding. I knew he would never take me seriously if he saw it.

"Sure," he responded, knowing something was up. He came closer and sat down beside me. "Can I see what you're writing?"

I sighed. There was no turning back now. We had already talked about getting married young, and of course, we had so many ideas in mind. It wasn't crazy considering what we were: demigods, with such uncertain lives that we thought the best thing was not to waste time.

"The thing is..." I started, looking at the notebook I had already started filling with drawings, colors, and details. "I've got the whole wedding planned."

Percy looked at me curiously, narrowing his eyes.

"Everything?"

"Yes, everything. What I want is for it to be on the beach," I said, getting excited. "It's perfect, don't you think? A small wooden bridge, like those that go over the water, so the dress doesn't touch the sand. In light blue and white. And a wedding cake with those colors, light blue and white, with pink details."

Percy stared at me in silence for a moment, then let out a low laugh, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Are you serious?" he asked, smiling as always.

"Yes," I replied without hesitation. "The vows, Percy. The ceremony. And the speech... well, I want your mom and my mom to give it."

Percy looked at me a little confused, and I saw his eyebrow raise. Sometimes I forgot how inexperienced he was with these things.

"Sally and... and my mom?" Percy seemed even more puzzled.

"Of course," I said, rolling my eyes. "Aphrodite has her... ways. And Sally has to be part of this, she's your mom! Besides, who better to talk about love than the two of them?"

Percy leaned back, propping his arms on the sand. "You surprise me, you know? I didn’t imagine you had all this in mind."

"Oh, Percy," I said, looking at the sea. "It’s just that it’s something I can’t get out of my head. I’ve been thinking about this since we were fourteen. I always knew we’d be something bigger than anything else in this camp."

Percy looked at me with tenderness, as if all of this made more sense than I realized.

"You know... I don’t care about the cake’s color or what the dress is like," he said, standing up to come closer. "All I want is for you to be my wife. I don’t care if it’s on the beach, in the activity room, or even underwater."

I laughed, feeling my heart race. He always said things with such confidence that sometimes it scared me. It was so natural for him, like there was no challenge in our relationship.

"You’re a mess," I said, touching his cheek.

"I know. That’s why I fell in love with you."

Percy grinned from ear to ear. Then he leaned toward me, taking my face in his hands with that intensity that left me breathless.

"I love you," he whispered, his eyes reflecting a promise that was deeper than any words.

I felt a little embarrassed by how sudden the moment was, but I didn’t pull away. I leaned in to kiss him softly.

"And I love you," I replied, never breaking eye contact.

We were ready to face whatever came our way. We knew what we wanted, and although the demigod life made it difficult, we would face it together.

Percy laughed between kisses and pulled back a little to look at me.

"What I want is for all of this to be real. And if that beach wedding with the pink cake becomes a reality, I don’t care."

I gave him a little shove, laughing.

"Wait, and you haven’t thought about your vows? What would you say, Percy Jackson?"

His face lit up with a conspiratorial expression.

"I’ve got it figured out," he said, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. "I promise I’ll always be with you, even when the sea is about to swallow us. And I promise nothing will separate us, not even the roughest waters."

"That’s not a very romantic vow, huh?" I said, laughing.

"It’s what I’ve got," he said, winking. "Does it work for you?"

I just nodded, feeling that my future with him would be everything I had dreamed of and more.

And even though our life was chaotic and dangerous, we knew that anywhere, under any sky or by the sea, the only place we really wanted to be was together.

And with that, the future became a lot brighter.

[dreamdragonkadia]

p.jackson x reader

You weren’t sure when exactly Percy started calling you “love.” Well, that wasn’t entirely true. You could pinpoint the first time he said it, but when it became his default for you? That was harder to place. If anyone asked Percy what he found most exciting about being in a relationship, he'd grin and say, "The nicknames, obviously." And oh, did he try plenty.

It started with the classics. “Babe” lasted for a solid few months. You’d hear it at random moments—whether he was tossing you a can of soda during a movie marathon or tugging you into a last-minute hug before a quest. But one day, as he passed you a granola bar while training, he made a face. "You deserve better than 'babe,'" he’d declared, like it was some sort of grand epiphany. “Too generic. You’re… you’re you.”

And so began Percy’s experimentation phase.

“Princess” made its debut during a campfire. You’d rolled your eyes at him, calling it “cheesy,” but he insisted it suited you. “Come on, it’s perfect. You’re badass enough to take on a cyclops but still fancy enough to deserve a tiara.” It stuck, kind of, but only when he was in an especially playful mood.

Then came “Beautiful.” It wasn’t anything special at first, just something he blurted one morning while handing you a plate of pancakes. But the way his face turned pink when he realized what he’d said made it impossible for you to tease him about it. That one lingered, though it was mostly reserved for quiet moments—soft whispers when the world felt like too much or murmurs as he held your hand under the stars.

But “Sweetheart”? That one had a purpose. It was Percy’s go-to for calming you down, for reminding you to breathe when your ADHD made the world spin too fast or when the stress of demigod life crept in. “Sweetheart,” he’d say, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “We’ve got this. I’ve got you.”

Then came “love.” And oh, did that one stick. You remember the first time he said it like it was yesterday. You’d been on a date, the rare kind where monsters weren’t interrupting and the world wasn’t crashing down on your shoulders. Somewhere along the night, the heel of your shoe broke. Classic demigod luck. Percy, being ever the gentleman, crouched down in the middle of the street without hesitation. His fingers were deft as he worked, steadying the broken strap like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Hold still,” he muttered, his warm hands brushing against your ankle as you wobbled slightly. Your hands rested on his broad shoulders for balance, and he glanced up at you with that crooked smile you loved so much.

When he finished, he pressed a kiss to your thigh, his lips lingering for just a second. “There you go, love,” he said, his voice soft, intimate in a way that made your chest feel tight and warm all at once.

You blinked down at him, heart pounding a little faster. It wasn’t the word itself that got to you—it was how he said it. Casual, like it had always been yours, but with an undercurrent of something so deep it nearly knocked the breath out of you.

Since then, it’s stuck, weaving itself seamlessly into your lives. He’ll toss it out when you least expect it—“What do you want for dinner, love?” or “Careful, love, that monster looks meaner than usual.” And every time he says it, your stomach does a little flip.

Because Percy Jackson doesn’t just say “love” like it’s a word. He says it like it’s a promise.

[yourfagula]

DATING PERCY JACKSON HEADCANONS NSFW EDITION 🩵

Warnings: smut obviously, language

He's a switch but more dom/top leaning cause he just wants to take care of you

Please scratch his chest and back he'll go insane

Also loves getting his hair pulled

Instant way to turn him on: kiss his neck

You can tell when he's turned on cause he can't keep a poker face to save his life

Bedroom eyes 24/7 without trying his eyes are just captivating

Constantly thinking about you under him or above him cause he's obsessed with you

Will go feral if you say his name everytime

Please moan its such an ego boost for him

Gets off on your pleasure

He'll praise the shit out of you👏

Praise him or tell him he looks good on top of you and he'll cum

Putting you on the kitchen counter to make out all the time

Yep, you've fucked in the kitchen multiple times before

Will make out with you even if his/your parents are in the room next to you

Loves seeing you undress even if it's not gonna go anywhere

An absolute God, whether it's his skill or how he looks when fucking you, it's insane

Walks out the shower with just a towel/boxers on to make you lose your mind

Wears his sweatpants LOW on his hips like you can see his v line and a little hair peeking out

Service top always

His scars make him look ×10 hotter which you didn't think was possible