#percy is whipped

[valewritessss]

Percy waking up with no memories but that he hates a bitch named Ares and that he’s wifed up

[justaz]

percabeth hang with the kanes rather frequently and can’t help but fall into the parental role toward them. percy already had the idea of his and annabeth’s kids looking and acting like the kane siblings but when he sees annabeth admonishing them for doing something stupid and them going “yes mom” all sarcastically, it really drives the point home.

[imdead770]

Percy "put your minecraft bed beside mine" Jackson

And

Annabeth "making an architectural masterpiece" Chase

[liesmultixxx]

annabeth: *pouring her heart out*

percy: *nodding*

(internally: the earrings!!! oh my gods the love of my life looks so wonderful😍😍)

not him focussing on little details because he’s just that whipped

[splankie]

is blowing up a volcano after ur first kiss couple goals

[mediumgayitalian]

“I’d pick you up at the airport.”

“What?”

“If we were normal. I would — have one of those signs, you know. When you came back from your adventures.”

“Oh.” Nico snorts. “I’m still fucking off all the time when we’re normal? And you’re not coming?”

“It is woven within your very soul to fuck off as you please,” says Will sagely. “You get antsy. You know, like a house cat.”

He laughs when Nico shoves him. Less when he loses his balance and rolls into a tree, but he crawls back, anyway, kicking Nico’s ankle as he lies back next to him, folding his hands over his ribs. Nico watches him for a moment, tracing the round edges of his knuckles, until Will’s smile begins to twitch with him knowing, and he looks hastily back to the sky. It’s embarrassing, Will’s snorting huff of amusement, but more than that it’s electrifying, zapping a trail down Nico’s spine and making him shiver.

He can feel the heat Will is always throwing off, blazing every centimetre from his shoulder to his heels, a hair’s breadth away, a millimetre of distance.

“What else would it look like?” He clears his throat. “Our, um. Our normal?”

Will hums. “New York, probably. Big-ass penthouse with your trust fund.”

“I’m a trust fund baby?!”

“Hey, Nico, how much does dish soap cost?”

Nico opens his mouth, and closes it again. Will’s snickers get louder. Is it considered bad etiquette to banish one’s significant annoyance to the Underworld? Only permanently, probably. If he only keeps him there for a couple weeks it should be find. A couple weeks would be appropriately humbling.

“And what do you contribute?” Nico asks, instead of answering. (Not because he doesn’t know. Obviously. Because he is dignified, that’s why.) “Your dimples and boyish charm?”

“Yes, obviously.”

Well.

“…Okay, fair.”

Will snickers triumphantly.

“You still a doctor?”

“Mhm.” Will shifts, mouth curled in amusement. “Paediatric in Mount Sinai. We live close, by the way. You said it’s cause it’s close to Central Park but really you like to hide my lunch in the mornings to have an excuse to come see me.”

“Sounds like you forget your shit a lot, actually.”

“That, too.”

He looks over and smiles at Nico and for a moment he is convinced, wholly genuinely and truly, that the sun that’s been hiding behind the clouds all day has finally peeked out, because he can actually feel his whole body warm, in that slow-rising, penetrating way; he can actually smell the surge of sunshine in the air, feel the red glow in the backs of his eyelids, taste the brightness of the light. Every one of his neurons sinks into his system, sighing, cells reacting to thousands of years of memory of the gentle warm of the Earth’s closest star.

But the sun is not shining, and there is only Will, and his too-big teeth brush against the bottom of his lip, and his dimples show, and his eyes crinkle, and he is more radiant in even his old stained camp shirt and fraying jean shorts than his father has ever been and could ever hope to be. A thousand planets could thrive under a hundred blazing stars and none could come close to him. He knows it, how those ancients felt, the drunken surety as they stood and challenged the gods, swore up and down that their beloveds outshone Venus, Diana, Juno; Will does, Will does, and Nico understands intimately the hubris in a way he scoffed at as a child, because the words bubble and boil and threaten bursting inside of him now. What claim have the Olympians? Over sunlight? Over beauty? Over Will?

“We’re happy?” he says instead, choking hoarsely over the veneer words, over the blocked desperation, truth. “In our normal, we’re happy?”

“Always,” Will whispers. He twists onto his knees, crawling the two inches over to press close, close, closely, hand gentle on Nico’s stomach when he tries to sit up, and presses his lips to Nico’s cheek, dry, twitching with his smile, shaking with his laughter. Nothing is funny, and he isn’t joking, but Nico can feel the giddiness bubbling up and out of him the way sadness flows out in tears; when Will is giddy he giggles, constantly, hiding it barely in his hands, and now he presses it into Nico’s skin, because he knows how Nico aches to hear it, how he watches him like he’s burning it into the ridges of his brain. “I am always happy with you, Niccolò.”

“I love you,” Nico says, fiercely, and it will never be enough, not in English, not in Italian, not in Greek, but he will try. “Te amo. Capiscimi? I love you, Will, I —”

“I know.” The tiny little vibrations of his laughter are — intoxicating; Nico is drunk, ascending. “I know, di Angelo. Sap. I love you, I know.”

He dissolved into giggles into the crook of Nico’s neck, and Nico is lying, still, facing the clouds, and he is warmed, and he is warmed, and he is warmed.

[moodyseal]

TOApril Day 19 – Haunted

"Am I making you feel sick?"

[accidentallyycreated]

Fun fact: percy actually wanted to annabeth to think of him as some cool guy. He wanted to impress her (and she told him he drooled in his sleep.poor boy😭)

[xoxochb]

hey could you write a percy jackson smut in the car please?

mhmm… anon ily for this (mdni)

——— ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

the nearly palpable heat between the blazing summer sun, the cars un-air conditioned climate, and percy’s cock pushing in and out of your drenched folds send your head spiraling in circles, a certain dizziness making you loopy and unaware of anything else. how you ended up here was a mystery. first you were… uhm— you don’t quite remember. with both the scorching weather and your current predicament you can’t seem to remember anything coherent or important at the moment. that’s a worry for later. for further friction, you roll your hips over percy’s, attempting to push him deeper inside of you, hopefully until tears streaming down your flushed cheeks.

through vicious pants you speak, “percy, I’m- mhm- gonna come”

with his head tucked snugly into your shoulder he does not respond, settling for a small nibble along your bare skin to respond to you at the very least. you quicken your pace along him, though, with your legs sticking to the leather seats you can barely get yourself to move too far without feeling a burning sensation. a pit of hellfire grows in your lower abdomen, you shut your eyes tight and dig your nails roughly into percy’s biceps to steady yourself atop his lap as you feel a growing climax arising in your insides. you repeat his name multiple times, like a prayer awaiting to be answered by the god, and maybe if you were lucky you’d stand before his alter and worship him until he begs the same of you.

your legs weakly help you receive further pleasure, at a faster rate, almost inhumanly. you feel your velvety walls clenching around his hardness, coating it with your wetness as your cervix becomes greatly abused and bruised most definitely. his name leaves your red lips at a ragged rate through pants and short breaths. you feel his hands once rested simply on your waist travel to your hips, helping you guide you along him as you feel your peak arising, he knows it for sure.

please please please please please!

what’s taking so long?

why is it so fucking hot outside?

and how is it humanly possible for his entire erection to fit inside of you without physically breaking an organ?

oh my gods— would he mind having my babies?

your mind races with a plethora of random thoughts as soon enough— your orgasm washes over you with a great force, sending a loud moan through your mouth.

long story short: he can have your babies!

[noodle555]

I AM NOT FINE AT ALL RIGHT NOW

[sunshines-child]

Before TV show: Haha Nico has 2 blonde himbos busting their asses for his attention. After TV show: Haha Nico has 3 blonde himbos busting their asses for his attention.

[neverjustblue]

not a fan of this piece but I love you hazel

[crookedghosts]

percy "annabeth tethers me to mortality" jackson and prince "rayla is my one truth and my love for her is my guiding star" callum oh the men that you are

[m4gp13]

the other day we were discussing on the server about demigods using more magic transforming weapons like riptide and demigods using weapons associated with their parents and I would like to submit for the class Ethan using a whip that's disguised as one of those rulers that can fold in half, because Nemesis is associated with whips and measuring rods

[liesmultixxx]

Annabeth “I secretly had a crush on him since we were twelve years old” Chase really said

I hAtEd YoU aT fIRsT yOu AnnOyED mE thEn I toLerAtEd yOu fOr a fEw yEArs

girl-

✨peak percabeth delusion✨

[the-paris-of-people]

Annabeth 100% fell first but Percy is so intoxicatingly enamored with her now that we forget that LOLLLL