she/her, cabin 6, virgo, greek and irish, evangeline fox of pjoblr, bunny at heart, percy’s sweet girl
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but welcome, angel!!
i hope you like percy jackson and fluff (and smut *winkwink*)
hii can you write a smut percy fic of like the reader having a nightmare and she crawls into his bed because she was scared and percy makes her feel better?
percy soothes
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a/n: omgomgomg i’m soso happy to be back!! i’m currently in the midst of going through my inbox and beginning drafts so requests are always welcome 💓💓💓
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“baby, baby…” percy murmured as his girlfriend woke him up by curling into his side in cabin 3. “c’mere… w’s the matter?” his voice thick with sleep.
you sniffled and whimpered, draping a thigh over his hips. “s-same dream a-again.” you nuzzled his chest.
“aw, sweet girl.” he whispered into your hair. he knew that dream. the one where percy broke up with you and left. despite how many times you had this nightmare, it never failed to stab you right on the heart. “you came all the way across camp?”
you whined softly and nodded as you clung to him.
he sighed softly and drew the blankets up ober you a little. “shoulda called me, sea bunny.” he murmured ever so softly (that softness only you ever heard) as he smoothed a hand down your thigh.
“m’sorry. knew you’d be s-sleeping…” you fisted his sweats at the waistband, attempting to pull him closer, only to elicit another reaction from your boyfriend.
“f-fuck-” he let out a broken groan and covered your hands with his quickly. “baby- don’t do that please-” he knew now was not the time to be getting a hard on. his fragile, weeping girl in his arms? yeah… not really when you want to be getting aroused.
“sorry…” you mumbled and opted for wrapping your arms around his bare waist.
percy buried his face in your hair and stroked you back and thigh. muttering something suspiciously close to ‘jesus christ…’
he began thinking of anything- anything- to get rid of the raging boner you had given him by the slightest of touches. because damn. you could do anything and percy was raring to go.
“sweetheart.” he mumbled, he voice lower now, wincing slightly. aching. “i’m so so sorry, baby- but you might have to give me a second-”
you cut him off with a firm shake of your head and flattened your front against his. you needed to be close right now.
“h-holy hera, sweet girl.” percy borderline choked. “alright, alright.” he murmured and allowed you to press yourself- specifically your hips- against a certain appendage, that absolutely should not be receiving any pressure right now.
“mm?” you whined softly as you trailed your hand down his bicep to his wrist, bringing his larger hand to your chest.
“baby…” he bit his lip, trying so so hard to resist his urges :(
he allowed you to place his hand on your chest and began circling your sensitive peak with his thumb. “tell me what you need.” he murmured as he pressed his forehead to yours, already breathing raggedly.
you shuddered and mumbled against his lips. “make me feel better.”
“gods of olympus.” percy cursed under his breathe. “you got it. whatever you want, whatever you want.” he muttered, almost dazed with lust, and slipped his other hand under the elastic of your fluffy pyjama pants.
you both lay facing each other as he groaned against your lips, discovering you soaking wet and ready. “oh, gods, babe…” percy muttered as he parted your folds, gathering your wetness, earning a whimper from you.
he traced small, agonisingly slow circles around your clit as your hands found his shoulders, holding on for dear life as his other hand felt on you breast.
“that’s my girl.” he murmured, rewarding you with a faster pace. drawing tight, quicker touches.
as soon as he heard you breathe hitch, he slipped his fingers lower and pressed his two fingers into your entrance, you gasp quietly.
percy was damn good with his hands.
his thumb found that bundle of nerves while his fingers slowly pumped in and out just so, caressing that perfect spot.
“percy…” you mumbled at the slow pace.
“i gotchu, sweet girl.” he kissed the bridge of your nose as he sped up just a little.
percy knew all of your favourite spots:
- those sensitive rosy peaks? already handled.
- clit? thumb was working you.
- inside? already pressing that certain spot.
“mm? like that?” he purred quietly in your ear, raspy. a rapid, eager nod from you. “mhm… thought so. gotta take care of my girl, hm?” your boyfriend nibbled your ear, flicking his tongue in that way that made your pulse jump.
“perce…” you whined again quietly. just a little more.
“i know, baby, i know…” he cooed, both thumbs stroking their respective spots as he curled his fingers in that way.
you gasped. he grinned in the dim light.
“atta girl.” percy pecked your cheekbone as he sped up, thrusting his fingers so much so he felt a cramp forming in his wrist. no matter when it came to making his girl feel good.
“gonna come on my fingers?” he traced his tongue around the shell of your ear, and, god, if that wasn’t the hottest thing ever.
“mhm-” you whined as your back arched and your hips twitched into his divine hands.
he groaned as he felt your clench around his fingers. percy slowed his pace to ride out your orgasm and kissed your cheekbone softly. “so good f’me…” he praised as looked up at him with those post-pleasure eyes.
he slowly, so slowly and gently, slid his fingers out of you and brought them to his mouth. and sucked. and licked the taste of you from his fingers. “so sweet.” he whispered.
omg I need a part 2 of journalist x ice hockey Percy Jackson right nowww!!! Your writing is so amazing, beautiful 💓💓
percy’s journalist p.2
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a/n: this is an old request!! i’m just going through my inbox and completing ones i may have overlooked 🩷🩷 keep sending requests 🩷🩷🩷 should i make this a series hehehe. allllllsoooo!!!! just a short one!!!! my next fics will be more lengthy (ahem… like percy ;)) this is just a little teaser 🫦🫦
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“you look even more stunning than you do at the rink.” percy mused as he looked at you from across the table in the restaurant he had taken you to.
i chuckled and brushed a soft strand of hair out of your face with a fond smile. “it’s the lighting.” you gestured to the low lighting and candles.
percy shook his head, smiling as he admired you. “it’s the girl.” he corrected.
“is that one of the lines you use with all of your girls?” you rolled your eyes and opted to hide your blush in you wine glass, taking a loooong sip.
“what girls?” he smirked and raised a brow. “you say that as if i’m some sort of…”
“fuck boy?” you offered with a snicker.
“yeah, something like that.” percy chuckled as he ran a hand through he ran a hand through his hair- which seemed to be in a constant state of disarray- and leaned back in his chair. and- oh god- manspread. “i’m not. by the way. a fuck boy that is. despite what they say.”
“no?”
“no.” he sat back up to lean over his pasta and take a bite. “i’m not.” he smiled, covering his mouth as he chewed.
“well.” you leaned for your own dinner. “i suppose i should be glad to hear it.”
“why?” percy rested his elbows on the dinner table. “what’ve you heard, baby?”
baby.
baby?!
oh. oh okay.
“well, you know what tmz says.” you attempted at a cool tone. not looking up at him as you are your food.
“no, i don’t, matter of fact. i don’t read the tabloids.” he gave that lopsided grin you could see in your peripheral. “tell me.”
you chewed. trying to figure out a way to phrase this. “that blonde girl? they always see you with her so they’ve kind of assumed she’s some kind of… uhh… side chick?” you offered a sheepish look when you finally looked up at him.
and he burst out laughing.
“side chick?” percy nearly choked on his water. “no no. she’s my best friend. since we were like twelve. nothing romantic or sexual i can assure you.”
“oh.” you gulped. “right. okay.” nodding and looking back at your plate.
“you’re always looking at me when i’m on the ice.” he mused with a teasing tilt of his lips. “but now, that broccoli seems awfully interesting to you.”
you glared up at him through your lashes playfully. “you, shut up.”
thank you sososo much for all the love on my last fic! i love you all so much and i’m going to be writing more very very soon sooo please fill my inbox with reqs and ideas!! 💘💘💘
does anyone else ever read back their fics any think like no way i wrote this- i read from a whole new perspective after a few months and have to edit it 😭😭😭
a/n: thank you so so so much for all the love i received on my last post!!! i am planning to get back into my writing soon, i’m currently getting into the rhythm of balancing out patient and school so the next few fics i’m posting will likely be short until my sessions are eased up and i have more time 💘💘🥹🥹 ew also i hate this little theme i put up there- i couldn’t find the photos i wanted waaaah ;(
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“sweet girl.” percy whispered into your hair as your eyes began to flutter very conspicuously.
“mm?” you managed to force your eyes to his from your throne in his arms.
“you’re tired.” he said for the third time.
“no.” you mumbled, suppressing a yawn.
you had been watching a myriad of cartoon in his bed in cabin 3 at 1:00am after you had finally managed you sneak out of your cabin to see him, bundled up his his lap as you fought sleep.
these moment were rare due to chiron’s strict curfews; 9pm everyone must be in their cabins.
but, of course, this ludicrous rule didn’t apply to a love love yours, hence why you had tumbled out of your window and into his arms.
“yes, you are, sweetheart.” he chuckled as he began to lay back a bit more into the pillow. “you had your eyes shut for the entirety of raven queen speaking to apple white.”
your sleepy brain took a few moments to catch up. “when?” you murmured.
he laughs.
oh, he was beautiful.
“just then.” he started to comb his fingers through your hair, drawing it back in order to begin a braid, knowing you liked your hair protected in sleep.
“oh.” you yawned once more, half delirious from your exhaustion. “wasn’t that blondie?”
give a girl a break! it’s hard being the prettiest girl at camp with the hottest boyfriend.
he let out a small huff of a laugh, trying not jostle you too much as he braided your hair. “no, sweet girl, that was apple white- that’s blondie locks.”
“oh, you’re right.” you giggled quietly as you rest your temple on his jaw, watching the laptop screen.
my goodness, you were tired of you couldn’t tell the difference between those two.
percy tied off your braid with the hair tie he permanently kept on his wrist. “your eyes are closed again.” he whispers.
your eyes snapped p open again. “no they’re not.” you watch the character speak. “see that’s kitty cheshire and that’s c.a. cupid.”
he snickered as he tucked your favourite stuffed animal into your arms. “baby, that’s maddie.”
you tried to open your eyes a little more, only to realise that he was in fact right, it wasn’t kitty cheshire- oh, but come on! they had the same colour schemes didnt they? kind of? “oh.”
“yeah, that’s right oh.” percy chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your brow. “close those pretty eyes and go to sleep.”
“but what about-” you began to mumble, worrying about sneaking back into your cabin before anyone realised, waking up to do your hair and makeup.
“sweet girl.” he cut you off softly yet firmly. “i’ll take care of it, i’ll make sure you don’t get in trouble and that you have enough time to do your beautiful makeup and shiny hair- even though i don’t think you need it.” he reassured gently.
“you will?” you mumbled, lashes already fluttering against your eyelids as you slowly sagged into your boyfriend’s strong arms.
“yes.”
“promise?”
“always, darling girl.” he whisper into your hair.
“mm.” you sighed contently as he shut down the laptop as set it aside, slowly and so so tenderly shifting you to a more comfortable position. “i love you.”
“shhh…” percy spoke into your forehead, praying a kiss there. “i love you more.” he turned off the lamp.
you were drifting off in the strong, protective arms of your boyfriend before you could even have the ‘no, i love you more’ argument.
this particular post i’m writing to address the reason i haven’t been writing recently. unfortunately, if you have been reading my page for a while, you will know i struggle with an ed.
i was hospitalised a little ago and urged to recover after many relapses, hence why i had to take a break from writing.
i hope to soon start writing again like i used to, i am working on a few fics, but at the moment, i am trying to focus on my mental and physical health.
hey twin i guess i should start this off by saying im literally obsessed with how you write the pjo boys (especially percy) and i would loooove to see you bring these to life.
no pressure at all but these ideas have been stuck in my head and i thought you might like them!!
okay so percy has a high sex drive (duh) but i think he gets especially turned on by watching reader spar/train. something about it just gets him going fs. especially if your shirt rides up a little and he catches a peek of your waist. oh boy you’re cooked. he has to sit on the sidelines acting like he’s not planning out ways to fuck you.
orrrr you guys are on the beach and once again he can’t get enough of the sight of you in a little bikini and the waves starts acting up. you can interpret that how you would like. but then once the reader notices, it takes her a minute to figure out what’s happening. however once she notices that percy is half-hard in his swim shorts, she puts the pieces together and they sneak off to his cabin.
anyways love you so much!! pleaseee tag me if you end up doing any of these 💞
percy’s fighter
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a/n: omg love this!!! will probably do the second one at a later date but hehehe we love riled up percy!!! - also kind of ignore all percy’s swearing lolz, when rick mentioned oercy swearing once, i made it an entire hc, now in my head, this dam boy curses like a sailor
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wow.
was the word- along with various expletives- percy could think of as he watched his girl spar with one of her friends.
you parried and your shirt rode up, revealing a strip of damp skin from sweat. you lunged and you made a grunt sort of sound, prompting percy’s jeans to tighten.
oh jesus fuck. percy was done for.
he watched the way you dominated the sparring match. well… that and the way every move you made inadvertently fueled his fantasies of bending you over right there. you panted and bit your lip and all percy could think about was how good those pretty lips would look wrapped around his-
“perce!” you jogged over to him with an innocent, bright smile. “did you see that? i won again!” you giggled as you picked up your water bottle.
“yeah, baby, i did.” he chuckled as he watched you, trying to adjust his jeans as he watched your entire body. “you did real good. well done.”
i smiled wider and brighter at that, sipping your drink as your other hand cards through his hair briefly. “thanks- oh-” you gasped when you accidentally spilt you water down your chest.
percy had to avert his gaze and stifle a groan as he saw the way the wet fabric of your shirt clung to your skin.
“aw crap.” you mumbled with a sigh. “that’s annoying.” you muttered as you tugged at your shirt.
percy cleared his throat, a blush appearing on his cheeks. “c’mon.” he took your hand a little too firmly as he led you to his cabin.
“perce, my cabins that way. my spare shirts are in my cabin.” you tilted your head as you walked with him.
“yep. but my cabins closer and i need you out of those damn clothes.” he groaned as he led you through the door of cabin 3 and shut it behind the both of you.
“eh?” you raised a brow. you certainly weren’t expecting this.
but before you could say another word, your shirt was being taken off and you were obliging.
then his lips were crushed against yours as percy tangled a hand in your hair, angling your head, as his other arm banded around yours waist.
“mm!” you make a surprised sound but quickly reciprocate, your own hands coming up to his neck and hair as your bra clad chest pressed flush against percy’s clothed chest.
“fuck, babe- i was fucking half hard by the time you were on your second match-” he muttered against your mouth. (you had 5 sparring matches.) “so hard i was in pain when you won your last one- you did so fuckin’ good-” he groaned in praise.
“hmm…” you responded as you tugged on his shirt. feeling him smirk against your lips.
“hm? yeah, babe?” he grinned as the husky words escaped his mouth and his shirt was alongside yours on the floor.
“hah-” you breathed as he tugged you against his chest, skin to skin. then his open mouth was on yours as you both desperately stumbled toward his bed.
percy slotted himself between your thighs, strained denim pressed against your panties beneath your skirt. “this alright-?” percy rocked his hips to yours as he attached his lips to your jaw.
“uh-huh,” your hands found his hair as your hips found a rhythm together. the sounds of fabric against fabric and heavy breathing reverberated around the cabin.
“fuck, baby- ngh-” percy pulled away to pant and flip up your skirt, pulling off your panties, tossing them. “gods- you’re so hot-”
“mm-” you whined as you parted your legs further and your boyfriend reached into his nightstand to produce a condom.
you helped him out by deftly unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. “hurry up-” you rolled your hips up into his as you tugged down on the denim.
“christ, i’m going as fast as i can, sweet girl.” percy muttered as he rolled on the condom and slowly teased your entrance.
“perce!” you whined at the slow motion of him pressing against you.
he chuckled and slowly began to slide into you. “you got it, babe.” gently settling inside of you and allowing you to adjust despite yours and his desperation.
you sucked in a breathe at the feeling of him so big inside of you. “keep going.” you shifted beneath him to angle yourself better.
“fuckkk…” percy watched as you moved in awe. “yeah. yeah, i gotcha.” he began to move, cradling a hip in one hand as the other slides up the back of your thigh to behind you knee, pushing it back to access deeper.
“oh-” you gasped as he hit that deeper spot. “mhm-” you nodded as your hands clawed at his waist.
“yeah? like that?” percy murmured, studying every little expression of yours, determined to make you feel good.
“yeah-”
with that, both of percy’s hands were on the backs of your knees to push them up to your chest.
“ah- yeah-” you nodded as you bit your lip.
“oh, fuck, baby-” percy sped up as he watched your expression contort in pleasure. he moved faster and harder as he watched the sounds slip from your lips and the way you bit your lip.
you whined and panted, vocal as usual- almost as vocal as percy was with all his grunting and whimpering- as his skin hit yours.
you nodded as your back arched and he could feel your climax approaching. knowing your body better than anyone, he reached down to press a palm on your lower abdomen to feel him deeper.
“percy- perce-!” you cried as you shook and your brows furrowed in pleasure. gripping his hair as you came.
“fuck- sweet girl-” percy half groaned, half whimpered when you tugged on his hair, that little yank totally finishing him off as he trembled right alongside you.
you both panted as you clutched at each other. both rolling into your usual position post coital. your limbs tangled and your head on his chest.
