#pjo smut

[bvrnesher]

❝ 𝒫ull 𝒪ut 𝒢ame ! ❞ ― pjo/hoo boys !

— 💬 a/n: It's 3:12 a.m., I haven't slept and I have thoughts. Like ACTUAL thoughts. DELULU thoughts.

— 𝒫ercy 𝒥ackson ;; his pull out game is so-so but it's not really a game to him. it's a tragedy. he can pull out, he really can—but the second you clench around him and moan his name all breathy and wrecked? gone. he’s staying inside and apologizing for it while still twitching. “fuck, sorry, you just felt too good.” no self-control. man is one tight hug away from giving you triplets.

rating: 4/10

— 𝒥ason 𝒢race ;; textbook perfect. clinically correct. he’s the honor student of nut control. always pulls out with time to spare, wipes you down with a warm towel, kisses your forehead, and asks how you’re feeling. BUT—if you beg him not to? if you whimper a little and say “please”? he folds like a lawn chair.

rating: 9/10 when in control, 2/10 if you say “inside” in a pretty voice

— ℒeo 𝒱aldez ;; boy has ZERO pull out game. he doesn’t even pretend to try. he’ll be balls deep and babbling about how tight and warm you are, then let out a choked moan and cum inside you without warning. immediately follows up with a “fuckfuckfuck I was supposed to pull out” and then blames you for “being too sexy.”

rating: -3/10. negative.

— ℱrank 𝒵hang ;; he pulls out with sweet, apologetic gentleness. murmurs “almost there” and actually means it. doesn’t even thrust through the orgasm—he shudders and then paints your stomach like a gentleman. but the moment you say “it’s okay, baby, I’m on the pill”? oh. he’s finishing inside with a shaky moan and saying “you’re sure? really sure?” as he fills you up.

rating: 8/10 unless you give him permission—then all bets are off

— ℒuke 𝒞astellan ;; can pull out. just doesn’t. he’ll be like “what’s the point?” while holding your hips down and staying in deep, whispering “take it. you can take it.” he moans like it’s a religious experience and you’re lucky if you get a warning before he fills you up and says “mine.”

rating: 1/10. he’s breeding on purpose

Stormy's asks games ! :: I think we can safely say that a new section of "Stormy's asks games" is opening. Basically, You can send me "Games" either nsfw or sfw to the inbox and we can be delulu together 👭

example: this post

Reqs closed, asks games always open.

+ I saw it on Twitter and had to make it a pjo version, I lost the post, but credits for that one <3

[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.

[castellansdarling]

When you get your nails done…

Luke loves when you get your nails done. They always look so pretty and you act so cute, makin’ him tell you what he thinks and asking him to take pictures of them. He always does what you want, he’s just too in love to say no, especially when you get so excited.

In fact, he even has a folder of pictures of your pretty manicured hands right after you get them done, except that the pictures he keeps are of your cute fingers wrapped around his dick.

Seriously, he has hundreds of these photos, videos, even, of you jerking him off, and he adds to his collection every time you update your nails.

Today has been the same, and now you’re jerking him off as he films you, one hand pumping his dick. The other is playing with his balls, and he bites back a groan whenever you let those pretty nails scratch at his length.

“Fuck, princess,” he murmurs, breathless, and you lean in to lick his tip. “Keep doin’ that, jus’ don’t stop.”

And you don’t, not when he meets your gaze with that dazed look in his eyes.

Needless to say, by the end of the day he’d added much more than just one picture to his collection.

[loverangels]

lingerie- disgusting percy smut

a/n: praise kink, oral (fem recieving),

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

'God baby you don't know what you do to me' he groans as he crawls above you, eyes trailing over your body and you swore he could be drooling. Slowly trailing his eyes to your face, he pressed a kiss on your jaw carrying on until he was lingering above your lips 'let me show you how much I love you' he mumbles against your lips as he takes your bottom lip in his mouth. Breathless with anticipation, you nod speechless but percy remains in his position 'need to gimme words sweet girl' he kisses your lips softly again.

'perce please- I need you please I need you to show me' your words coming out pleadingly. Without a moment of hesitation Percy crawls down your body lifting your legs over his shoulder pressing a kiss to your ankle as he does do. Percy traces his thumb over your panties teasingly pressing a kiss over the west stain dirtied with your needy arousal.

Percy lets out a low teasing whistle 'all wet f'me hm?' he says his voice low and raspy, before he hooks his finger under the strap of your panties pulling it down and throwing it on the floor of his cabin without a thought. You feel the cool rush of air on your cunt now clenching around nothing as you whimper. Percy hears this and carries on. He licks a stripe up your cunt before burying his face in and eating it up like a starved man.

You cry out as his nose bumps against your pearl, his tongue lapping up the sweet remains of your arousal. Your moans and cries echo in the cabin encouraging percy to go harsher as his teeth graze against your sensitive nub. Your hands fly to his hair grabbing it as your thighs cleanch around his head, leaving you gasping your air. At this, Percy groans in your heat the vibrations sending more pleasure through you. You rollnyour hips eagerly against his face causing Percy to chuckle- his eyes lifting to meet yours as he continued not withdrawing his gaze of you.

You cry out further as you feel Percy insert a digit into your weeping cunt, stretching you out. You lolled your head back on the pillow your hips jerking as you squirmed under the intense pleasure. You could feel yourself coming and Percy could too as he pulled back, causing an embarrassing whine to leave your lips. 'want you to come on my cock first' Percy mumbles as he crawls back up to you his face covered in your wetness as you tasted yourself off of him.

[kisses4kaia]

mdni. 18+ content. another installment of this au.

college!luke castellan doesn’t care about hickies.

of course, his frat brothers tease them relentlessly, but he does nothing to rebate the suggestions from most that they were from you. it wasn’t any secret that you and him had been fucking—casually, of course, he didn’t have time for relationships—for some time now, but it always left you a little jarred when he would be so open to the display of red bites left splayed on his neck.

“won’t they see?” you ask a bit dumbly after luke asks you to mark him through passionate kisses. rudely—your friends thought—he’d pulled you away from the dining hall with no explanation other than ‘needing you’.

“what?” he says, slightly breathless from kissing. the question had taken him aback because, had he not made it clear by now?

“won’t your friends see the… you know?” the sheepish tone in your voice elicits a deep chuckle from luke before he presses his lips against your neck, not hard enough to create hickies just yet, but not exactly gently either. “you want the truth, princess?” your eyebrows furrow a little dumbly but you nod with curiosity. “i think you love seeing ‘em on me, and you love when people know they’re from you,” he says. “and you know i don’t care if anyone sees. i know you know me better than that, don’t you, baby?” luke’s timbre is so low, so arousing and you can hardly keep the needy whimper in.

you just nod, no more doubt within you as you trail kisses down his scar, to his jaw, down to his neck and collarbone. the satisfied groans you elicit from him as you find that spot on his throat sends you in a daze almost immediately. his lips catch yours again before he flips the both of you over, settling on his knees in front of you.

luke’s mouth is everywhere, nibbing at the surface of your skin, laving his tongue over the fresh ache. his strong hands pulling your shorts and panties down in one go. “gonna mark you here,” he says, catching the plush flesh of your inner thigh between his teeth, sucking on the area and conjuring a livid stain on your skin.

he forges more and more red marks onto your skin before he finally puts his mouth on your neediest place. luke’s suctions his lips around your clit, forcing a choked gasp from you and a hand flying down onto his head. he groans against you as your back arches and your fingers tangle in his hair, tightening and tugging. he works hard, like he’s being paid to eat you out, but really, he knows he would pay to die between your thighs.

just as luke’s tongue pushes it’s way into your sopping hole, you feel that blissfully hot, white, sensation swim over and past you. your thighs are most likely suffocating luke, but he doesn’t seem to mind, or even notice really.

his tongue fucks you through your orgasm, and upon coming down from your high, luke’s head rises from your middle.

“we’re still casual, though?”

[diorchids]

HATE FUCK. w/ luke castellan.

u and luke hate each other, rightfully so. and that won't ever change.

“obviously i hate him! he’s a fucking dick who needs to be put in his place,” you tell dionysus, who’s throwing back a couple of beers, not listening to a thing you say. 

“sure, you do, kid. sure, you do.” 

luke castellan digs his thick cock deep into it as he gasps with his eyes screwed shut. he holds your legs apart, pushing them against the bed as he fits himself in.

“it—fuckin’ hurts! just hurry up, fucks sake!” you whisper, mouth agape and eyes on your tight hole sucking him in. he gasps softly, feeling your wet and warm pussy choke him that fast. “can’t you just—just shut the fuck up?” he says, “shut the fuck up unless you wanna get caught.” in a hushed voice.

"god… harsh fuckin' mouth you got there," he whispers, driving his hips forward deliberately harder to make you take all his length at once. your voice catches in a pained moan as he bottoms out completely. "that what you wanted? to fuckin!’ hurry?" he thrusts again roughly, coaxing a whimper out of you like magic. 

“thought you hated me, huh?” he smirks, shaking his head at your disgusting faces and sounds. 

you gain your composure and whisper, “i do hate you, castellan. y-you’re fuckin’…” 

“that why you making these stupid little noises?" he groans, wrapping his arms around your back to pull you against him, picking you up and pushing you against a wall. he starts thrusting upwards now, hitting a spot inside you that makes you go stupid. 

"you hate me?" he mutters. 

your ass slaps against his pelvis as he fucks up into you like you’re nothing more than a toy—a doll. he pumps his cock into your glistening hole, dripping in your obvious arousal. he curls his lip in a snarl, his eyes glinting with a manic light as he looks down at you. "you hate me?" he punctuates each word with a brutal thrust, making you bounce with each word. “i fuckin’ loathe you,” he whispers in your ear. he’s clearly dragging it on for his entertainment, you’re too busy taking him to even think. 

he delivers a harsh slap to your ass cheek, it stinging as you cry out. he pulls out of you to lie you back on the bed, really needing to dig into you properly. “that’s right, scream so you’ll get us caught," he snarls, grabbing your face, "tell me how much you hate this, tell me how much you hate me."

he starts slamming into you with wild abandon, the bed creaking and your body jolting with each thrust. your juices spray out onto the bed, coating the both of you as you cry, “i hate you! so—fuckin’ much, luke! can’t…”

a cruel smirk dances on luke's lips as he hears your anguished declaration. "sounds like hate feels pretty fucking good, huh?" he taunts, angling his hips to penetrate even deeper. the room echoes with the filthy, obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, punctuated by your cries.

he slaps his hand over your mouth to quiet you, muffling your moans. he releases your mouth briefly to let you get some air, only for you to inhale sharply before he slams his hand back over your mouth. "shut the fuck up!" he hisses, looking around quickly, his body glistening with sweat as he continues to pound into you mercilessly.

your stomach tightens as you pathetically finish, your pussy spasming around him, fluttering stupidly. 

his hand tightens over your mouth as your whimpers grow louder. he tries to hide his groans from feeling you squeeze him, but fails. he spreads your legs wider apart, watching your wet pussy milk his unprotected length. he swells inside you. he won’t stop, though, he needs to finish too!

“shit, shit, shit!" luke's eyes squeeze shut as he buries himself deep inside you, releasing his hot seed directly into your unprotected womb. he keeps his hand over your mouth, muffling your screams as he fills you with his hateful load.

you shake underneath him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he releases his load in you. he swallows hard, watching you throw your head back slightly. he realizes you're not pushing him away. instead, your nails are digging into his back. he thrusts one more time, making sure to give you every last drop of his warm cum as he groans. 

he falls on your body, limp as ever as you both speak in unison.

“i…hate you.”

[obxsprincess]

Just Luke shoving your head into the pillows while he moans the filthiest words in your ear (someone take my phone away)

yesyesyes especially when he’s brat taming !!

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he watches you spring into another cabin boys arms after winning capture the flag, your hair all messy, giggling n laughing like a sweet perfect fool. his sweet, perfect fool. you looked so pretty. n luke knew the tall, asshole of a guy was thinking the same thing

he wasn’t ‘fuckin having it’

“I get, ya’ were just being friendly, princess. but that fuckers not thinking like that.” his hot breath fans the back of your neck, n you’d believe he was mad at you when he drops you onto your bed, all greedy n mean as he sucks hickeys all over your pretty tits

“agh b-ut luke, he was on my team n’ he helped us win-” his brown eyes furrow in annoyance, finally looking up. leaving your pebbled nipple glossy n achy from his salvia

“so you want to repay him? is that the fuckin case, cause he got the flag you want him sucking on these pretty tits mhm?” oh he is mad :(

“n-no I didn’t say tha-” you frown at the oh-so familiar tingle in your tummy, his hands moving lower and lower…

“nah it’s ok baby, wanted some time with my favorite girl anyways. just shush n’ let me give her some…attention”

you didn’t think he meant your pussy when he said his favorite girl :( n his way of shushing was shoving your face into your plushy, pink pillows. muffling your whines in the cotton things n your angelic whimpers when his cock slides into the warm, tight little fit of your gummy walls

“mhmm, fuck-fuck yeah, tightest little pussy I’ve ever felt. ahhhh fuck she grips me so good.” he’s moaning into your dizzy ear like he’s married to your pussy and your merely their for the ride “don’t she baby?” he coos

“l-luke auh! m’here too!” tears of salty jealousy brush your lash line ??

“f-fuck, shush princess. why can’t you be as good as this sweet little cunt? she’d never fuckkk let another dick inside of her.”

your mascara stains the pillow cases as you try to wiggle, clenching around his so tightly cause this is supposed to be about you!! n the angles so deep!! but his pounding thrusts made you forget all bratty sense. now he was just rubbing it in, groaning n moaning all over your flustered skin

“pretty pussy knows only I make you feel this good,”

“your” thrust “fuckin” thrust “mine” finally he was talking to you again!!

”m’ all yours l-luke! g-gonna mphmm! cum!” your squeals encourage his hips to snap against your soft ass even faster. his balls slapping against you shushing you even more than the fluffy pillows

“goddd I’m cumming inside my girl tonight, you thrust deserve it. this- fuck your dripping— pussys mine too right, ma?”

”y-yes!”

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[apairoflentes]

Jasico

[gh0stsp1d3r]

𝒮𝓌ℯℯ𝓉 𝒷ℴ𝓎

IM BACK FOR LUKE BITCHES

Masterlist

SMUT. 18+, mdni ! friends with benefits

“Ugh, what is up with you and him?” One of your sisters asked, suddenly coming up to you after Luke had left your side.

“Luke?” You questioned, glancing back at him walking away.

“Uh, yeah! You both are always together, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re fucking him.”

She didn’t know the half of it.

“What? He’s just a… sweet boy.”

She didn’t know about the times you sneaked off with him during activity nights, or bonfire nights where everyone else was out of their cabins.

You two always disappeared together, giggling as you made out pressed against a tree, his hands roaming under your shirt, his beautiful face illuminated by the moonlight.

She didn’t know about when you both skinny dipped in the lake, as he held you in the water, both of your naked bodies pressed together.

And she sure as hell didn’t know about the night where he thrusted into you until the mattress broke, one hand on you and the other on the wall. He looked down at you, listening intently to every little noise that came out of your mouth.

Or about those nights where you listened to his breathy little moans, kissing his neck, leaving hickeys that you had to apply makeup over every time you made them, jerking him off underneath the cover.

[stilessflannel]

heyy I was wondering if you could do a Percy smut again but reader is In Aphrodite cabin??

pretty girl 🌷͙֒

made percy kinda very possessive but we all know he'd love to show you off <3 // fem!reader

percy jackson loved you more than the colour blue - and that’s saying a lot. he was dating the prettiest, sweetest, and caring girl in the world and nothing made his heart swell more. but what he loved most was everyone knowing that you were his pretty girl.

being a child of aphrodite, you spent your days reading countless love letters from your secret admirers, boys and girls desperate to have you even glance their way. and percy hated every second of it. you were his, and he was going to show everyone.

the next time he got his pretty girl alone he had a plan. his fingers carded through your silky hair before giving the roots a slight tug, pulling your head back and exposing your neck which he quickly assaults with his tongue. every time your moans take on a higher pitch in a new spot he grazes the sensitive skin with his teeth, his tongue soothing over the spot in apology.

in a few minutes bruises are blooming like flowers all across your neck. he pulls up and smooths the spit away from the masterpiece he knows you’ll have trouble covering with your concealer tomorrow. inside he knows it’s wrong to be condemning you to stares, whispers, and insidious gossip between the older campers over the next few weeks, but right now he didn’t care. he needed everyone to know you were his and his only.

“so beautiful” percy whispers, eliciting a giggle from you before you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss, his body moulding perfectly against yours as he scrunches your camp half blood shirt up your chest and your shorts and panties down your legs.

his hickeys don’t stop at your neck, no. he can’t have that. he kisses his way down your body, sea green eyes gauging your reaction to every spot he kisses silly, working his way down and spreading your legs for his sweet assault on your cunt.

and even though he’ll let no one else except himself see them, when he takes a breath from destroying your pussy with his mouth he sucks more bruises into your inner thigh.

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[bvrnesher]

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warnings: heavy making out (percy is starved, okay?) pda, percy getting handsy & kinda dry humping, public beach so espect sand getting everywhere!

ㅤ୨ৎ — ˳ percy jackson ! fem. reader

summary: after months apart, percy is finally back at camp—and the moment he sees reader, he's all over them. Greetings can wait. Right now, all he wants is reader, and a whole lot of making up for lost time.

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗢𝗗𝗦 𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗬 𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 with Percy.

There was no other explanation. He'd been saving Olympus ever since he found out he was a demigod, and what did he get in return? More quests. Nonstop.

The gods were a bunch of idiots. Seriously, they were pros at it. After everything he'd done for them, they still had the audacity to send him on more quest.

Wasn't that some kind of child labor? Sure seemed like it. Well, maybe not child labor anymore, but there was definitely some exploitation going on here.

They had to be joking. You'd think that after saving their godly asses time and time again, they'd at least give him a break. But nope. Overestimating the gods was always a mistake.

And now, finally, Percy was back at camp after yet another quest. Sadly, you hadn't been there to join him—lucky you, right? You weren't even around when he had to pick his team.

Now he was back.

You had just finished unpacking in your cabin and were heading to the beach for some much-needed relaxation. That was the plan... until you saw your boyfriend emerging from the water.

Clasic Percy. Coming back from a quest and just appearing out of nowhere, soaking wet. What else did you expect?

As soon as he spotted you, he sprinted toward you faster than Apollo reciting one of his cringey haikus.

Could you blame him? It had been months since you'd last seen each other. Ignoring his exhaustion, he practically knocked you down into the sand, trapping you beneath him.

You barely had time to process it before his lips took over yours.

A proper greeting? For what? His version of a "hello" was his salty mouth crashing into yours, his wet hair dripping down his jaw and chin, splashing onto your cheeks... and basically your entire face.

"Hey..." Kiss.

"Not now. Talking can wait," he muttered, just before capturing your lips again.

Percy didn’t care about being seen or the lecture that would come afterward. Right now, the only thing on his mind was you. It had been months. MONTHS.

“Mph…m'trying to speak here...” you murmured, trying to talk, but your voice came out weak and breathless.

"Yeah? Well, I’m trying to kiss you here," he responded, nibbling softly on your lower lip in that playful and sexy way that always left you breathless.

You rolled your eyes and shifted positions, now on top of him, pinning him to the sand with one leg on either side of his body.

"Now that’s better," he grinned. The feel of your body molding to his like two puzzle pieces was enough to leave him with a goofy smile, looking at you like you were everything he needed.

And, honestly, you were.

"Much better."

His hands slid under your shirt with a mix of tenderness and desperation, like he was trying to reconnect with you after all the months of separation. Percy's thumb began to trace slow circles on your hips, while his other hand explored a territory he knew by heart.

He looked up at you from beneath, his sea-green eyes locking with yours. Even the sound of the waves crashing against the camp’s beach seemed to fade into the background as you both got lost in the moment. Leaning in, he kissed you languidly.

"I love you..." he whispered.

Percy held your jaw, trying to pull you closer to him, to get as much of you as he could. The hand under your shirt slid to your back, tracing up and down your spine. Playing with the clasp of your bra.

Then—his tongue slipped into your mouth, finding yours. A low breathy moan escaped him and you melted. A soft hum vibrating in your throat.

Percy kissed you just the way Percy was supposed to kiss.

A small whimper slipped from your lips. And that’s when it hit you.

Public.

"Percy,” you tried to protest, but his name came out more like a plea than a complaint.

He smirked against your lips. His fingers toying with the clasp of your bra, teasing. That sound you just made? It should be illegal.

“Yeah, babe?” he murmured. Lips brushing against yours. His breath mixing with yours.

The beach was empty. Just you, him, and the waves. It would’ve been the perfect moment—if you weren’t ruining it.

But your boyfriend knew exactly how to fix that.

“What’s the problem?” he asked softly. His voice dropped an octave, low and smooth, like a secret.

"Percy, we’re in the open—”

“And why should that matter?”

A hand on your hip. A pull. He rolled his hips up, it was subtle. Intentional.

Your breath hitched.

He was hard.

His body was warm. His muscles tense with anticipation as he pressed you down against him. Seeking more of you. A deep, shaky breath left him as his hands roamed your body, slow and purposeful.

“Mhm...” He let his head fall back against the sand, eyes shut, lips parted.

Then, he looked at you. And that look? That look made you shiver.

His voice dropped again. Rougher now. “You... are wearing... way too many clothes.” His hand slipped under your shirt. Tracing the edge of your bra with his fingers. One swift motion and he flipped you over.

His lips left yours, trailing down your jaw, your neck. Hot, open-mouthed kisses, he sucked gently, right where he knew you liked it.

“You look so good like this,” he murmured, voice husky. His eyes roamed over you, taking you in. “Make some room for me.”

He pulled back just enough. His hands found your knees, and he guided them apart, spreading your legs for him. As soon as he had room, he settled between your legs, gently pulling you to him.

A searing heat coursed through your body as Percy caught your wrists and held them above your head, his fingers tangling in the sand around them. His body pressed against yours, his weight enveloping you in the best possible way.

He leaned into you, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. His eyes were fixed on your face, devouring your every feature as he drew closer. His gaze slid between your eyes and lips, taking in every detail.

"You have no idea how much I've missed this..." Percy murmured and he began to roll his hips against yours diligently as his lips sucked hickeys on your neck. His body molded perfectly against yours, and a single movement of his hips was enough to leave you dumb.

"Clothes get in the way..." He murmured, tugging at the waistband of your shorts, and you could do nothing but nod before grabbing his chin to kiss him desperately.

By the time the kiss broke, a trickle of saliva connected your swollen lips with his. A lopsided smile splits over his lips that makes your tummy flutter, and he's already thrusting against your clothed pussy.

Your own hips buck against his, and Percy can only let out grunts and curses in your ear at the sensations.

Percy would be ashamed of how he was leaking under his clothes if he wasn't too busy taking your welcome gift to really dwell on it.

NOTE;; I wrote this half-sleep, lol.

[sunsburns]

Not sure where your rules are, but since it seems like you’ve wrote nsfw before, can I request luke going down on shy reader for the first time (already in an established relationship please)? If you’re not comfortable with that, that’s alright!!

oh fuck yes let’s do this right now. [nsfw 17+]

for starters, it will happen in the most inconvenient place at camp. a place where the two of you find a chance to be alone and tucked away from the peering eyes of campers, no longer needing to hear any of their chatter or whines from the younger kids who liked to tug on the hem of luke’s shirt and ask him silly questions like if crabs like to think that can fish fly.

he pins you against the wall behind the stables, his hand loosely low on your hips so he can pull you closer. as your lips lock in a slow, tender kiss, you can feel the warmth of the golden setting sun against your skin when his other hand holds the side of your face softly, finger spread across your cheek.

luke pulls away, lips swollen but a smile still wide on his cheeks as his eyes take you in. his fingers brush over the curves of your face in a feather-like touch.

when his thumb touches your bottom lip, luke’s teeth catch his own in yearning while your mouth parts just a bit. luke brushes his thumb around the shape of your lips, pressing between them and finally pulling your lower lip down to open your mouth.

he looks you in the eyes when he brushes the tip of his finger against the edges of your teeth before pressing it down against your tongue. this forces you to open your mouth wider, heat crawling to your face when he pulls his thumb out and licks the inside of your cheek. you can hear yourself groaning, digging your fingers into his curls when he kisses you deeper this time.

his mouth is soft, a permanent pout with full lips, all jokes and sly smiles. gods, you could kiss him forever.

“you're so, so pretty,” your boyfriend mutters into your mouth, his breath filling your lungs. it’s like you need him to breathe.

he runs his hands up your sides, making you mewl when he stops near your chest, thumbs messaging under the wire of your bra before he trails down again, hands stopping right at your hips. your shirt has ridden up and his palms are warm to the touch.

you can feel your fingers dip near the ridges of the scar on the side of his face. you let your hands move around, holding his cheeks, wrapping themselves around his neck and letting your nails dig into the curves of his shoulders when you feel him start to unbutton your shorts.

“luke,” you say, but it sounds more like a whine on his lips as he slowly pulls down the zipper. “luke,” you call his name again. “i want you so bad.”

“you have me,” he hums, pulling away from your mouth. “all of me,” he runs his tongue over his bitten lips before peppering sweet kisses at the corners of your mouth, your cheek, across your jaw, behind your ear and finally your neck.

luke’s hands crawl to your lower back, where he stuffs them into your pants, grabbing your ass and pulling you even closer. his hips roll against your own as he sucks a mark into your neck.

you try to reach for his crotch, but he quickly pulls away. “don't” he mutters, lips parted as he tries to catch his breath. he looks at you as if you’ve hung the stars in the night sky, like you're the reason the sun shines every morning. “i just wanna focus on you.”

his voice makes your heart sputter in your chest, and you hold your breath when he slowly kneels before you, his hands slipping from behind you and tugging gently at your pants. “please.”

you can feel yourself shaking from nerves. sure, you’ve kissed, and you've touched each other before under the shadows cast by trees in the moonlight, but the way he mouths at the pretty little bow on your panties, looking up at you with his pretty brown eyes, waiting, it all makes your heart tremble in your throat.

“you- you don't have to...” you’re choking on your words. “we’ve never- i’ve never…”

“i know,” luke says, and his hands settle on your knees, slowly pulling them apart. and you let him. “but i want to. please, i really, really want to. i promise you'll feel good.”

when you nod your head yes, he smiles, almost giddy before sucking a hot kiss into the inside of your thigh. it catches you off guard, and a moan slips out as he makes his way up higher and higher, and gods, luke castellan sure knows how to keep a promise.

[minarinnn]

“notice me”

luke castellan x aphrodite!reader (pt2 here)

content/trigger warnings: fem! reader, doesn’t follow the plot of tlt!, mentions of smut, sexual tension, manipulation?, groping, reader making luke jealous

a/n: the show has once again sparked up my love for the percy jackson book saga and charlie bushnell has me weakkk ughhh.. i normally don’t write for pjo characters but oh well, lmk if y’all want a continuation of this or just more luke castellan in general ;)

you had always been so used to being the center of attention. as a daughter of aphrodite, you had always been the most popular girl in school, and there was no shortage of boys falling for your charms

arriving at camp half-blood didn change that, nothing was different. except that, for the first time in your life, you found yourself chasing after the attention of a certain boy. luke castellan, the son of hermes and the head counselor of his cabin, he just wouldn’t fawn over you like the others would. despite your best efforts, luke had always remained indifferent to your constant flirting, leaving you feeling frustrated and determined to change his mind

you found yourself spending every waking moment trying to get his attention, trying to find some way to charm him and make him see you the way the other boys did. but no matter how hard you tried, luke remained distant and unimpressed

this week you were extremely busy, you were helping out in the infirmary, one of the apollo kids who usually worked in the infirmary had been sent on a quest and you were asked to fill in until they came back. juggling that with all your other responsibilities as counselor had you beyond occupied

during that week, annabeth barged in with two other guys; percy and luke. apparently their sparring session had gone a little out of hand and they were both injured

luke was already aware of how you’ve been trying to get his attention these past few years. he actually seems to quite like having you, the most fawned over girl at camp, fawning over him instead. he liked the attention you gave him, though he knew that if he ever gave in to your charms you would stop, so he didn’t

he was fully prepared and expected you to be the one to tend to him, so when he sees you head to percy and tend to him while an apollo girl tended to him he was confused

what happened? why would you choose percy over him? we’re you tired of him? did you give up on trying to win him over? luke’s confusion quickly turned to frustration, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as he watched you tend to percy’s wounds

"how are you feeling, percy?" you asked, giving him a warm smile, one that always had the boys weak in the knees. "n-not great, but i’ll manage" he laughed awkwardly, suddenly nervous. you put your hand on his shoulder, giving it a small squeeze "oh, i’m sure you’ll live”

out of the corner of your eye, you saw luke. he was watching you, watching the way you cared for percy. this was the first time you had ever caught him staring at you with such intensity

so you’re plan was working. you had tried everything to get his attention and you had only one trick left in your arsenal; jealosy. no boy is immune to jealousy, and that was exactly how you were gonna get him

in the end, all you had to do was throw some water at percy and he was good to go. luke though, he had to spend the night in the infirmary

the other apollo kid had left a few minutes ago, something about ‘having other things to do’. so it was just luke and you in the infirmary. you walk over to luke's bed and start tending to his wounds

“oh so now you wanna take care of me? how nice of you” he speaks, sarcasm dripping from his words. “you can tough it out, can't you?" you tease, dabbing away at his cuts with an alcohol-soaked cotton ball. luke is watching you intently and you can feel the tension in the room increasing, his eyes fixated on your hands as you work

luke’s eyes narrow, and you can see the rage boiling beneath the surface. he’s frustrated, jealous, and he doesn't know what to do with all these emotions. you’ve never seen him like this before, and it's a thrill to know that you have the power to make him feel this way

you try to ignore the tense atmosphere in the room, focusing instead on luke's wounds. you finish cleaning and bandaging the cut on his wrist, holding it up to your face to land a soft kiss on the bandages. “all done” you whisper. he tenses at the feeling of your soft lips, and you can see the anger in his eyes. however, you can also see a hint of something else— desire

you look up at him with a smile, knowing that you've got him right where you want him. his eyes are locked on your every movement. you know that you have him wrapped around your finger, and it's a delicious feeling of power

luke’s expression is one of confusion, a mix of rage and desire. he wants you, and he wants to hate you at the same time. it’s a weird combo, but it's working for you.

you lean closer to him, your lips inches away from each other. you can feel his breath on your skin, the heat of his body as he's lying there

"you’re not stopping me" you state, breaking the silence. it’s a quiet, soft whisper, filled with a tiny bit of amusement

"maybe.. maybe i don’t want you to stop" he says, his eyes locked on yours, voice low and husky. you can see the desire building in him, how his gaze trails down to your lips

luke’s breathing quickened, and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. he knew that this was a game for you, a game where you would always be determined to win him over, but now, in this very moment, he felt like he was losing

he lets out a hiss of frustration, of desire, of... something. he’s sure knows that you're proud of it, but he’s not quite sure what to do about it

you leaned in for the kiss, your lips pressing gently against his, your hand running through his hair. you could feel his body tensing, his hands gripping your waist as he attempted to pull you on top of him

you pull away from the kiss slowly, your lips still pressed to his. luke is still trying to catch his breath, his eyes fixed on yours, searching for any hint of what your next move will be

"not bad" you whisper. "you’re playing a dangerous game here” he chuckles lowly, making your lower regions throb. you smirk softly and brush his hair out of his face “i’ll take my chances”

despite being injured, he pulls you on top of him, making you realize just how hard he’s been this whole time. his eyes are dark, and you can see the lust burning within them

you lean in for another kiss, this one soft and gentle. luke groans when he feels you grind against him, his hands moving down to grab hold of your ass

“i need you s’bad” he mutters out. you smirk as you slide off him, making him furrow his brows in confusion. you land a soft kiss on his cheek. “let’s do this when you’re not injured” you whisper in his ear. now he was alone and hard in the infirmary, how nice

© MINARINNN 2024 - please do not plagiarize or upload my content on any social media platform.

[slu7formen]

reader whos got a thing for luke’s hands. she can never stop staring at them. sucks on his fingers whenever she gets the chance. loves to feel him grip her cheeks

luke castellan x fem!reader

warnings: finger sucking, chocking

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You needed to say things you couldn't say out loud. Filthy and naughty things.

Your eyes were fixated on the way he played with his ring, sitting so casually leaned over his knees as he spoke to a friend. His green veins popping out of his hands, following a delicious path to his forearms, disappearing into his biceps. His knuckles were bony, a little crooked, like he's been cracking them all his life, prominent even with the thickness of his slender and long fingers. 

Callouses decorated the rough skin of his palms, a sign of hard training and his usual rawness to it. A few white scars and marks scattered around the tanned skin of his wrist. He mentioned something about a cut when you asked about it.

You couldn't stop, you were obsessed. You were obsessed with Luke Castellan's hands.

You were always distracted because of them, especially during these campfire nights, the moment in which you saw Luke the most. He always sat close to you, something besides you, and you tried to look into his eyes. You really fucking tried. But then you saw him moving, his hands playing with the rings, the way his fingers tapped the grass, how his veins moved and you were gone.

You were fucking gone, and it was so embarrassing.

Luke noticed you, of course he did. You were always looking at him, your eyes glued to his figure and you were so easy to read. Your blush, the way you were leaning towards him, your gaze, how you would sometimes bite the inside of your cheek when he caught you staring. He loved every second of it.

You didn't even know when it started, or why. Maybe it was the way they looked, maybe the way he moved them, maybe his knuckles, maybe the scars. How manly they were. Gods-, did you love something manly. It could have been anything, but it was just the fact that it was his hands. For some reason you had a thing for it, and it sounded so good. A thing. Something tickled in your brain every time you thought about it; having a thing for something is fun. It's thrilling, it's sexy.

A thing for someone's hands. It made you want to laugh.

"You have beautiful hands" you said once, the words coming out so easily, but you were shaking with anticipation. Your voice was weak, and Luke's hand, which was tapping his thigh, stopped.

"My hands?" His eyebrows rose a little, a small chuckle leaving his lips. He looked down at them, as if there were new limbs on his body.

You nodded. "Yes."

He laughed again, looking at you with an amused expression. "You like my hands." It was a statement. He wasn't asking, but the words still had a question in them. Your throat tightened, your eyes widening at the realization. He noticed. "Why?"

You were frozen. What could you say? I think you have the hottest hands I have ever seen? I think about them touching me all the time? No, it was too embarrassing to say. Yet.

"I don't know, they´re just...nice." You shrugged, trying to make your tone as casual as possible. You didn't want him to think you were obsessed.

But the thing is, you were obsessed. You were so fucking obsessed.

Luke laughed again, shaking his head a little. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

It was silent after that. He kept looking at his hands, playing with them and watching you out of the corner of his eye. Maybe you liked them because he knew you liked them. Or maybe it was the fact that you felt them even through your skin when he was on top of you, his body caging you against the mattress, hands spreading as he gripped your torso. They were warm against your skin, and you wanted more.

You wanted them everywhere.

You loved to feel his callouses on your cheeks when he held you, leaving a tickle behind and some goosebumps along the way. You just lost it when he held you, when he caressed his thumbs against your cheeks as his eyes pierced through you. When he held your face with just a hand, his fingers gripping tightly on the hot flesh of your cheeks, all you could fantasize about was him leading that same hand lower, pressing with the same affection over your neck, feeling your pulse in his palm.

They were big, and strong. And you couldn't help but imagine what they could do. What he could do. You knew he was skilled, he had to be, because you couldn't let yourself believe that all those stories about him stealing little pieces of "some things" and opening closed locks without getting caught were fake.

He was a master at this, and he had to be.

He chuckled above you. A cocky grin appeared on his face; he knew what you were thinking. His hands, his hands. You were so fucked. And he knew, and it made him feel smug. It made him feel proud. That you were this much into him.

"Let's see," he said suddenly, catching your attention. "Since you like them so much..."

He trailed off, his voice going deeper. A chill went up your spine as you stared into his eyes, the color of them being consumed by his blown pupils. His tongue licked his bottom lip, a sign of lust.

His knuckles brushed your right cheek, slowly, so slowly. It was soft and careful; a light caress and you couldn't help but close your eyes. It felt too good, too good. It was such a small thing, a little touch, yet it felt so intimate. But you wanted more. You wanted his hand to move, you wanted to feel the warmth of his skin, the roughness. You wanted his hand to be wrapped around your neck, choking you.

You shifted your head over the pillows, your shiny eyes doing all the hard work on avoiding looking at his hand, but maintaining your gaze on his. You slowly found your way to his fingers, swollen lips brushing against the thick skin of his thumb. You saw his jaw clench, holding himself back to stop whatever it is that you wanted to do.

When he pulls down on your bottom lip, it's enough for you to start. He lets you do as you please, watching intently the way you wrap your mouth around two of his fingers. How you suck on them, your lips coated and using your tongue, letting him know exactly what you could do with him. Your tongue eagerly, but softly, taking your time as he does nothing but stay still, and stare.

That gloss you decided to wear was long smushed, yet some shiny little thing lingered on your bottom lip. It was a sinful image to Luke’s eyes, making him think about situations he couldn’t do.

Yet.

He loves watching you do these things, knowing it's all for him, knowing that he makes you this hungry. He can't help but smirk, his cock twitching inside his jeans when your eyes close. The sight of you is so overwhelming, he can't control himself. He's just a guy, he has a limit, and you're crossing it. Just like you always did.

"You're making a mess, sweetheart."

He pushes them in slowly, carefully. You saw his lips part in excitation, his jaw tensing once again as he held his entire figure back, trying his best not to take you right there and then. Pressing them against your tongue, he drags them forward, the tip of his fingers nearly making you gag.

A deep and guttural sound leaves his throat, his voice hoarse, and it makes you feel the heat between your legs grow. Why the fuck would you care about some mess now? You're lost in your own head because of him, the way his hand feels, the way his fingers taste, his breathy chuckles, his heavy gaze, everything. This was his fault.

As much as you don't want to stop, you pull away slowly, a thin string of saliva breaking just a second after your lips left his digits.

"You like messy"

You didn't have time to react, he was quick to press it against your throat. You gasped at the sudden action, but not a second later you relaxed. You could feel the wetness on your skin, how the spit cooled under his touch, his hand wrapping tightly around the tender flesh of your neck. A groan escaped your lips, and the sound of it turned Luke on, a smirk spreading through his features.

"I do" he whispered.

[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

[diorchids]

❥ back of the party.

w/ 𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧 x reader.

“just say you wanna fuck him, it’s fine,” he said, complacently. he knows he’d go crazy over you fucking another guy, let alone talking to one. “we’re not together.”

and he’s right. you’re not together. at all. you guys just occasionally fuck at midnight and then go back to your dorms as if nothing happened—it’s casual.

you take his words as a challenge and try to flirt with him desperately. fluttering your eyelashes and twirling your hair around your finger, the entire nine yards.

and it works. whoever this desperate man wants you.

you two run off to whatever room and do god knows what, and you emerge half an hour later with smudged makeup and zipping your top up.

you’re met with the face of your friend—foe—casual sex partner—whatever. 

“whore,” he sneers. he was undeniably immature, but he wasn’t jealous. how could he be? you’re friends. 

luke grabs your arm roughly and pulls you back into the room you and the other man were in. he rolls his eyes when he sees a used condom on the bed, “fucking disgusting.”

you don’t feel prideful or anything like that. you, weirdly, feel ashamed. like you’ve cheated. it’s the way he looks at you with pure disgust like you’ve done something wrong.

you sit on the bed, hands plant on either side of you as you eye him. the sweat beading down his forehead, his half-unbuttoned dress shirt perfectly outlines the same arms that lock around your neck when he fucks deep into you in your dorm. you remember the way he pushes your face into your pillow when he really misses you after spring break. how romantic.

he stands directly in front of you, spreading your legs to stand closer to you, his bulge right in front of your face. he looks down at you with a clenched jaw, like he’s holding something back. 

you can help with that.

you bring your hand to his bulge, fingers curving around before you softly squeeze, making him hiss, “fuuuck,” he throws his head back. his hand runs through his hair as you begin to unbuckle his belt while licking your lips hungrily. “hurry,” he says.

luke pulls his pants down impatiently and you hook your finger around his boxers. you pull them down, perversely rocking back and forth, chasing that feeling inside.

he steps out of his boxers and his cock springs free, thick and hard. he wraps his fingers around your wrist to pull you closer, his other hand gripping his length possessively. he looks down at you with heated eyes, “come on.”

you nod softly before wrapping your warm mouth around the tip of his cock. luke inhales sharply through clenched teeth as your lips envelop the head of his cock. his hand fists in your hair, gripping tightly as he guides you further. "too fuckin’ good, take it all," he grunts, hips rocking gently to push more of his length into your mouth. "take it deeper."

luke groans low and deep, the sound vibrating through his chest as you take more of his length into your mouth. "that's it," he murmurs, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. he starts to thrust a bit deeper into your throat, controlling your head with both hands.

luke's cock throbs against your tongue as you moan around it. "yeah, take it," he growls, fucking your throat steadily now. drool escapes the corners of your mouth, dripping onto your chin as he pistons in and out. "goddamn, look at you,"

you’re so beautiful like this. quiet, not being a bitch.

luke’s grip on your hair tightens, and he lets out a low, guttural moan. "fucking hell," he grunts, his hips moving faster. he looks down at you with pure lust in his eyes, watching as his cock disappears into your mouth over and over again. 

his expression turns feral, his eyes burning with desire as he watches you. "you look so fuckin’ hot when you’re not talkin’," he says through gritted teeth. he pulls you closer, burying himself deep in your throat and holding you there, his abs contracting with the effort.

you feel your stomach pang softly when he says that.

luke groans loudly, "you wanna swallow my cum, huh?" his hips move faster, hitting the back of your throat again and again. "answer," he demands, one hand fisting your hair tighter, the other cupping your jaw possessively. "mmm, baby?"

you nod desperately, holding his cock in your mouth as he speaks to you.

he holds your jaw in place as his cock twitches, he knows you’ll take it all. his balls tighten and beg for release as he looks down at you perversely. his face contorts with pleasure as he gives one last powerful thrust, holding himself deep in your throat. "there we go," he groans, his hot semen spurring down your throat. you gag slightly, your throat muscles contracting around his length as you swallow every drop.

he thrusts into your throat a few more times, opting to release every drop of his load. you try your best to swallow all of it, though some drops run down the sides of your mouth.

luke pulls you up off your knees and sloppily kisses you, holding your neck and swirling his warm tongue around in your mouth. he leaves you in the room, completely ruined as he goes back to the party.

how romantic.