#bruh I wrote 1.5k words today

[fbfh]

percy x reader hcs - you fall asleep on him

ship: percy x gender neutral reader

words: 857

requested: yuh (thanks bc this is so fucking cute??)

You’ve almost fallen asleep on him a few times before

His presence is just so comforting and life is so hard

You can relax when you’re around him

That's really important

So in quiet moments together

When your head is on his lap, or you’re laying in his arms

What’s to be expected?

He’s like a human antidepressant

The way his chest rises and falls feels like floating on gently swaying water

Everything about him is comforting

His smell, his mannerisms, even the way he hums when he thinks you’re asleep and can’t hear him

“I CaN’t SiNg!1!1!” sure bud

He always smells like the ocean and or petrichor 

He smells more like petrichor the further inland he is

And more like the ocean the closer he is to the coast

 He's also warm

But like the kind of warm of sunshine on your face

If you're cuddled together and you've been quiet for a few minutes he knows you've probably dozed off a little

Never ever ever wakes you up unless he absolutely has to

Because he almost has a fucking aneurysm you're so cute

Like his heart swells 

He's biting his lip 

Literally trying not to giggle

And he doesn't giggle often

[Spoiler warning for the office]

Do you remember that face jim made when he found out pam was pregnant 

That's Percy’s whole mood

That kind of elated

He might have his hand gently running over you back or side

You’re just kind of curled up next to him

Like a little kitten

Your breath is softly hitting his skin and his emotions are overwhelming 

He didn't know he could feel this much love for a person, but here you are

Head on his lap, holding his thigh, asleep while his fingers graze over your shoulder

It's times like this when everything creeps up on him

Thoughts of cozy apartments and discussions of what color keurig you should get start flashing through his mind

He tries to chastise himself

It's too early to think about that

But he can't stop it

Or ignore the serotonin it gives him

He can see you like this every day

Asleep on his chest laying on the couch

A movie continues, ignored

All his attention is on you

Or first thing in the morning, hugging your pillow, tangled up in the cozy blankets

Even hugging his back drowsily as he makes breakfast 

All of it fills him with a strong warm love like nothing he's ever experienced before

If he can get some stealthy pictures, you'd better believe he will 

He'll never show anyone if you don't want him to

He just looks at them and remembers how your arms feel around his waist

How your cheek smooshes against his shoulder 

There's a really specific smile he gets when you fall asleep on him

You're the only one who can do that

Half of the time he spaces out it's because he's thinking about wrapping you up in his arms as soon as he sees you

He loves when you fall asleep on him so much that he starts having cozy blankets on hand

You know 

Just in case

Sometimes you wake up not realizing you fell asleep 

And there's a blanket draped over you two

"I got a little chilly"

He's not slick but you let him have it

Honestly the best part to him

Or one of the best parts

Is how comfortable you must feel around him

He knows how hard sleeping can be

Especially with the dreams y'all tend to get

Not to mention how hard sleeping is with adhd to begin with 

And the fact that you can just nod off from cuddling with him??

Fills him with a sense of pride and love like nothing he's ever experienced 

Saving olympus?

Yeah that was fun ig

But like 

Having you snuggled into his chest?

No amount of drugs could replicate that high

It takes everything in him not to smother you with kisses and cuddles

He's accidentally woken you up one too many times from that

So he tries extra hard not to wake you

The amount of self control it takes not to just start making out with you as astronomical 

But like

Be real

Would being woken up to make out with Percy Jackson really be that bad??

I don't think so

That's the best impulse control he has

Is when it comes to not waking you up

Take the feeling of a tiny kitten or puppy sleeping on you

And amplify it

Times like

A billion

That's the mood for Percy

You're just so

[Loud aggressive my heart is melting noises]

And you just make him

[Loud aggressive smooching noises]

He really genuinely doesn't know what to do with himself 

You fill him with so much love

And a little makeout juice

But mostly love 

He didn't really like napping before he met you

Now he'll nap with you any time any place

Even if he doesn't really sleep and just lovingly admires your beautiful face 

Which is the case most of the time

It's still really nice

[godlygreta]

clementine daydreams | s. kiszka

title | clementine daydreams

summary | sam? eating a clementine? drop dead sexy

warnings | 18+ only please. this is pure smut

word count | 1.5k

author’s note | hello loves! i haven’t been able to get sam off my mind these past couple days, so enjoy this little mess i wrote yesterday in my communications class lmfao. enjoy this babes :) x

als o ! school & work have been kicking my ass bruh. i’m now a manager at the place i work, so i have a bit more responsibilities there, but i have a couple weekends off for family stuff that i WILL be writing during! i’m trying to post on tuesday’s and saturday’s (hence today’s post). next thing i’m gonna post is a josh fic, i swear !

Your eyes didn’t drift from the lower half of Sam’s face. You almost studied it so intensely, you swore you could burn holes in his face. He was freshly shaven, baby face Sam had made his comeback. His light scruff was alright, you loved him either way, but the scruff always scratched against your face or other parts of your body. You didn’t mind the bit of pain, but baby face Sam just held such a different level of beauty.

One of the things you loved most about Sam physically was his nose. It traveled through the Kiszka family, Josh and Jake sporting it as well. His strong nose was one of the first things you noticed about Sam when you had met him a few years back. The night in its entirety was a blur, but it ended with Sam in your bed. The next morning he had woken before you and made breakfast, since then the rest has been history.

And now here you were, sitting across from him with your schoolwork in front of you. While he was across from you, Sam leaned against the counter, phone in one hand and a clementine in the other. His jaw clenched with every bite, sometimes needed to slurp the juices from the clementine, the ripest ones always somehow managed to be found by Sam. The juices trickled down his lips, past his chin and down his neck before reaching its base. On occasion, the juices dripped down his neck and onto his chest.

The urge to lick the juice from his neck overwhelmed you. The thought consumed your mind, persistent as you forced yourself from your seat, walking over towards Sam. He looked at you puzzled, locking his phone and setting it on the counter. You mumbled something about the juice getting everywhere, how he needs to be more careful when he eats juicy fruit before licking at the droplet that made a home for itself at the conjunction of his neck and breast bone. The mood shifted, Sam setting his clementine on the counter next to his phone. 

You continued licking up his neck, continuing to collect any droplets with the flat of your tongue. Sam revelled in the feeling, throwing his head back as your tongue traveled over his Adam’s apple, pressing a chaste kiss to it before continuing on. When his neck and chest had been rid of the clementine juice, you grabbed his wrist, wrapping your mouth around each individual digit, eyes either closed or looking into Sam’s. His breath caught in his throat every time his eyes met yours. His mouth slightly agape, he looked awestruck, brain occupied with thoughts of your mouth and lustful tongue. With the hand that his phone was in, he gripped the edge of the counter, his knuckles turning white.

When you finished, you noticed how dark Sam’s eyes had gotten. With the hand that was wrapped around the edge of the counter, he brought it up to your face, connecting your lips with his own. He tasted like oranges, the citrusy smell lingered in the air even long after the clementines had been fully consumed. Sam lifted you onto the counter, body pressed against yours and he stood between your legs. A hand was on your thigh, pulling you closer to him. The other was still on your face, lips dancing with yours. Your hands occupied Sam’s hair, giving a gentle tug every once in a while, just to hear the low moan Sam would let out.

His lips departed from yours, but made friends with the juxtaposition of your jaw and neck, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses down your neck, littering it with bites every once in a while, never hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to feel something. You hummed in appreciation, hands still in Sam’s hair as he worked his fingers at the end of your sweater, pulling it up inch by inch, letting you take it off as his mouth occupied the valley between your breasts.

You threw your sweater somewhere in the kitchen, shivering as Sam’s warm hand crawled up your back to undo your bra clasp. You threw that wherever as well, not caring about where it landed. All you could pay attention to was the feeling of Sam’s mouth on your nipples, and the warmth of his hands everywhere they could be.

He tugged at the waistband of your leggings, seconds away from ripping them off in any way he could. You lifted your hips off the counter to help him, your leggings taking your underwear off with them. He slipped a finger between your legs, lips inches away from yours. His breath fanned onto your face, lips forming a half smirk, “All this for me? Just cause I got a little messy with my clementine?”

“Mhm,” you tried to focus on the formulation of your sentences, but the way his finger swirled around your clit, sending waves of pleasure all throughout your body held its stance of forethought. “Thought about what I would look like dripping down your chin.”

“Baby,” his voice was soft. “You don’t have to think, let’s find out.”

He parted your legs, eyes never straying from yours as we worked down your body. He left kisses on the insides of your thighs, occasionally biting the plush skin, leaving hickies wherever he pleased. That was the good thing about cooler weather -- no evidence was ever going to be shown. Your head leaned back, pressed against one of the cabinet doors, hands splayed out behind you, sitting yourself up.

Once his tongue had finally made its way to your heat, you were a mess in Sam’s mouth. His mouth paired with his long, slender fingers sent your thoughts to a heavenly place, mind completely entranced with Sam. You looked down at him, fingers slipping in and out of you, tongue licking circles around your clit. His eyes met yours, staring daggers into them as he continued to eat you out. Your eyebrows furrowed, eyes slightly closing with an overwhelming amount of pleasure.

He pulled himself away from you, “What do I look like with you dripping down my face, love? Just as good as you thought of?”

“Even better,” you nodded, your voice becoming high pitched as he worked his fingers, returning himself between your legs.

“Keep talkin’, babe.” Your mouth opened to say something, but was met instead with nothing as another wave of pleasure washed over you. A high pitched squeak left your mouth, before emitting another low one.

“Fuck, Sammy, you’re so good… so pretty… such a pretty boy. Mhm, love the way you, fuck fuck fuck, eat me out, babe. So good.” You could only infer how hard he was from the way he moaned against your cunt, working his tongue and fingers faster, bringing you to the brink of your first orgasm. You threw your head back, hands digging into Sam’s hair, heels digging into the bottoms of his shoulder blades. Your hands pulled his face closer to your body, not caring if you suffocated him or not. At least he would die a very happy man.

He helped you ride out your orgasm, rocking your hips against his face and fingers, allowing you to calm your own body down. Your breath was heavy, looking up at Sam with want in your eyes. He put his fingers inside his mouth, licking every last drop of your cum off. You grabbed his face, kissing and licking away the last of it that remained on his face. “Hmm, did you like that, baby?”

“I did,” you responded, rewrapping your legs around Sam’s waist this time, bringing him closer. Your hand danced around the elastic of his boxers, snapping it against his skin. His eyes carefully watched you, hands next to your hips on the counter. “But now I want you to fuck me. However you want me.”

He nodded to your request, lips attaching to yours once again. Your hands tugged at his boxers, trying your best to push them down his legs. He pulled away, slightly chuckling as he removed them completely, tossing them with the pile of your clothes that laid on the floor. Your smile was wide as you welcomed him back into your arms, wrapping them around his neck, resting on his shoulders. His hands had found themselves on your shoulders, running them down your back as he pulled you to the edge of the counter top.

As soon as he buried himself all the way inside of you, he let out a hum of relief. The feeling you got every time Sam filled you completely made you melt. The position you were in made it so you weren’t completely feeling like you were being split in half due to Sam’s size.

The way his mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ shape combined with the sounds that fell from his mouth - you were bound to be gone again soon. The familiar flames of pleasure igniting, every passing second brought you closer and closer. You could tell he was too, his hips falling out of their perfect rhythm. You whined, that familiar build up in your stomach beginning to burst, “Oh fuck, fuck, fu-”

“Something wrong, babe?” Sam asked, pulling you out of your daze. Your head snapped up from absently gazing at the work in front of you. It was only a daydream?

“Hmm? No, nothing. Just… daydreaming again.” A small smile formed on your face, arms crossed on the bar counter, pencil tucked between your fingers.

“Hopefully about something good. Want a clementine?”