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Can u plss write a percy x hecate reader smut like during the war and its like angry sex with CRAZY degradation, breeding kink, bondage, and choking, and can Percy be like reallyyyyy mean (Like pushing your head into the pillow so hard you lit cant breathe like at all)?

Anyways thats kinda it

oh my gods nonnie

pure nsfw under the cut!

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your poor wrists. and your throat. and your eyes. and your pretty face. and your lungs, your cunt, and any dignity you had left.

your every noise, plead, or such, leaving your sanguine lips— speckled with bits of blood from both percy biting them, and your own teeth— becomes stifled from the cotton pillow, your mascara dripping and defacing it entirely to a point of no return. and beyond percy’s care, but the lack of oxygen finding your airway is concerning, nearly gagging you alongside rolling tears.

your wrists, tied tightly with blue ribbons, ripped taken from your well-done braids, leaving marks on your skin from your attempts to un-restrain yourself.

you don’t dare fight back, not now, mid-war and your boyfriend is beyond pissed, if that’s the write adjective.

though you’re starting to think, by the force to which he shoves his cock into your slick walls, there is no right word.

you try to lift your head for air, for only a second at the very least to save your life. though the moment it barely even comes up, percy forcefully grabs a fistful of your hair and pushes it back into the pillow.

you love him, you do. but maybe not as much when he’s taking his anger out on you, his poor girlfriend.

“stay down,” he demands. you obey.

but you’re choking on your own saliva, nearly vomiting over it as you try to get a simple word out. you shake your head against the pillow violently as you sob, listening as percy degrades you through quiet whispers, and the sound of his cock obliterating your throbbing cunt.

“p-perce— mphmm—”

his hand finds the back of your head again, silencing your sentence and preventing you from speaking further.

“I never said— shit.” percy’s gaze falls to your dripping cunt, his blue shark sheets a mess of your juices. “I never said you could speak. got it?”

you nod rapidly against the pillow. percy strokes your hair gently.

“good girl.”